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I DIDN’T LIKE SENDING NOEMI UPSTAIRS BY HERSELF, BUT EVERY OUNCE OF intuition I possessed was prickling at the sight of Mia Genovese. She was practically vibrating with nervous energy. Something was up, and it wasn’t simply a case of a guilty conscience. I steeled myself for whatever she had to say and walked to her. “Mia, this is a surprise.” Her smile was kind, but the apology creasing the corners of her eyes had my attention. “Conner, I’m so sorry to show up like this, but I need to talk to you about something. Something important that you need to know.” She www.ajpdf.com clutched her phone in her hand as though it had the power to transport her away from the remorse eating at her. “Let’s have a seat.” I reluctantly led us to an unoccupied sitting area. Residents passed through the lobb
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