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Lynn’s hands were shaking as she got off the phone with Cindy and she couldn’t make them stop. She’d opened the window in the dark, empty office she’d made the call in and sweat on her forehead and the back of her neck was now icy cold. It certainly didn’t help with the shaking.
She could try and fool herself that the frost in Cindy’s voice was just the symptom of her grief. But her questions about Lynn’s involvement with Ryan were pointed. And they oozed mistrust, which was very obvious to Lynn because it was never there before.
“You can trust me to do right by Shanna,” she had felt compelled to say.
To which Cindy only said, “Good,” and left it at that.
But now it was time to stop wallowing and get back to work, so Lynn ignored her shaking hands and the pain in her heart as she c
