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Taylor didn’t hold back. Now that he knew about the phone call, Mr. Hamilton wasn’t letting her hide any of the details. He asked questions and pried it all out of her until she felt like laundry on a clothesline. Exposed and wrung out.
By the time she’d answered all of his questions and he was satisfied with the details she’d shared, Taylor was drained. She needed some pain meds for her cuts and sleep.
“Ms. Wright, I’d like to stay here tonight,” Mr. Hamilton said.
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I know, but I’d like to. I’m assuming your bedroom is upstairs. I’d like to stay on your couch, if that’s okay. It doesn’t appear as though someone could access your room from the outside, so you should be safe up there. I’m happy to look around upstairs if you would like me to. But I am eit
