Abby
My hand freezes on the spreadsheet I’m working on when I hear a knock on my door. A soft, hesitant one that’s almost drowned out by the evening chatter of the restaurant. My heart instantly jumps to my throat. Is it Karl? Has he decided to make another appearance?
But when I open the door, it’s Chloe st……
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