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“What?”
“Canceled. Didn't your friend tell you?”
Elisabeth stepped back slightly from the counter. “No,” she whispered.
“Canceled within the last few minutes, from the looks of it.” The man looked at her curiously.
“Are you all right?”
Elisabeth looked over her shoulder. Shawn sat staring at his phone, her bags next to him, his shoulders slumped. His body language telegraphed exhaustion. As if on cue, he looked up, and their eyes met. He rose slowly.
She took a deep breath. “Yes. I'm fine. Thank you very much.”
She turned away from the counter, stumbling slightly as she walked over to where Shawn stood with the bags. She scarcely felt her feet. It was as if the blood had drained out of her and she were floating on air.
“Canceled,” she said.
Shawn said nothing, his gaze holding
