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Running into the downstairs powder room, Harlow flung the door out of her way and heaved over the toilet. Nothing came out, but her body was overwhelmed with the urge to dispel what had just assaulted it. The trouble was, it wasn’t so easy to exile emotion.
Standing up, she leaned against the wall and tried to calm herself. Sweat beaded on her brow. She was shaking like after an adrenaline shot. Having had a lot of experience with that recently, she recognized the sensation.
“Harlow?”
Opening her eyes, she saw Rupert coming into the room, pushing the door over behind him without closing it.
“I’m okay,” she said, going to the sink to splash water on her face.
“You don’t seem okay,” he said, stopping beside her. “You’re erratic, you have mood swings, and now this… You would tell me,
