I ended up blushing, which I hated. The only thing I'd ripped off my own body had been underwear. Absolutely nothing. I'd been engaged to him once, and I'd been his lover, but I had no clue what to do.
That one blinded, aching part knew that if I let this consume me, we would all die, and that was not acceptable. Maybe I'm just tired, or maybe I'm wondering if Mendez was right. Then leave a card or number at one of Jean-Claude's clubs, and we'll arrange another meeting. Street, I thought, what street are we on?I said the address out loud, street and name that the condo was under.
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