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Walking into City Hall, she wore her blue work uniform, her hair tied back. She’d scrubbed the grease from her hands the best she could.
She took in Jessa Armstrong, who was walking down the stairs in heels and a cream pantsuit with a red silky blouse. She hesitated when she spotted Suzanne, and for a second, Suzanne thought she was about to turn and race back up the stairs. It was ridiculous, so what did she do but stand there at the bottom of those stairs and give her everything?
“Jessa, do you have a minute?” she called. She took in the woman she was now, the woman she’d loved so deeply at one time, her best friend from so long ago, until, one moment, she wasn’t anymore.
“Well, I have to get into chambers for that meeting, so I don’t really have a minute, actually—but we should c
