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“You can't be serious.”
There was a pause as Elisabeth seemed to consider his words. She was looking at her hands on the computer keyboard, stretching her fingers out and gently spreading them over the keys. She ran them over the smooth surface, keeping her index fingers on the “f” and the “j” keys, but letting her other fingers travel.
She looked up at him.
“I’m serious,” she said.
“Where did this come from?” Shawn tried to keep his voice down, but his throat hurt from the effort. He wanted to shout at her. What the hell was this, he wanted to shout. What the hell?
He didn't want to ask about that guy. He was afraid of what she might say.
“I’ve been thinking about it.”
Shawn looked at her sharply. And what he saw dismayed him.
She was lying.
Why was she lying? Why?
This was
