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SHOULDN’T BE SURPRISED
“Jenny, I’ve checked email and spam and refreshed the account several times, now. I still don’t see anything from you. Why don’t you just tell me what you emailed?” Rolling my eyes, I press the phone closer to hear her through the static on the line and drum my fingers on the desk. She must be far out in the mountains somewhere, judging from how her voice keeps going in and out. I can’t believe how much effort it takes not to sound annoyed or pissy. I’m on edge this morning, waves of uncertainty and guilt washing over me; Niall’s words, Emma’s rebuke, putting her family in danger. I woke with a nightmare again last night, despite Nicolet’s presence and the lamp burning. It’s Friday and the end of my work week, so I’d think I would be happy. Particularly given Jo
