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Anna
When we arrived at Susan’s Rob wasn’t there yet, which made me even more nervous. After leaving our coats on their bed, Susan pulled me into the compact galley kitchen and closed the door. The kitchen barely fit us both; her flat may have been big, but apparently the people who built it didn’t want to waste the space on the kitchen.
“James is your boyfriend.” It wasn’t a question as much as a statement.
“Um, yes?”
Susan combed her fingers aggressively through her black curls. She looked like she might pull her hair out. A mix of frustration and panic flashed over her face. My body picked up on the vibe and began tingling in an uncomfortable way.
“Are you okay?” I asked her. Now I was worried. Did she know about the girlfriend snatching incident? And if she did, what did she kn
