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CHAPTER 45 LAUREN MOSS To add to this mystery, she didn’t direct me to the front row on the right side, where my parents and siblings are, but instead to the seat beside Blake. What is going on? I’m confused, but I’m holding my posture as best as I can, observing familiar faces and spotting some of my friends here and there. No sign of Otto, but he should arrive any moment. The stares are unbearable, but apparently Blake doesn’t care. He acts as if no one is looking at him. Must be a habit. BLAKE WRAY Apparently, my surname caused panic in Moss. The tension in his body, the expression he wore while pretending he hadn’t beaten his daughter—everything slipped for a few seconds when his wife called me by that surname. It doesn’t take much to read the body language of someone who is
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