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Isabella
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Shaking off water droplets like an eager dog, Chloe steps inside, and I step aside, wide-eyed, surprised by her unexpected arrival. It’s not unusual for us to let ourselves into each other’s places, but I have never regretted that more than I do at this moment.
“Isa, you won’t believe the downpour out there! I’m practically drenched just from walking from my car,” she exclaims, oblivious to the internal panic she’s causing me, and I blurt out asking what she’s doing here as she extends her arms, and we share a quick, somewhat awkward hug.
“I’m coming from Gabby’s place and thought I’d stop by; I want us to go over the Clemente account. Mrs. Clemente called,” she says, moving towards the living area and I stop in front of her, causing
