CHAPTER THREE: WILLIAM
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out the window at the busy streets below with narrowed eyes, I clenched my jaw as my mind worked slowly. Anna’s phone call rang in my ears, and for the first time I found myself wondering about who she was. Surely I knew her, what she liked and disliked, her favorite movie and what snacks she enjoyed, but I was skimming the surface.
“-she didn’t give me any real details…” Risha’s words from a week ago floated into my mind’s eye with that curious expression on her porcelain face. Does that mean Anna doesn’t talk about me with her friends?
My frown deepened, and I tore my gaze off the city to drop heavily into my chair. Mine was such a silly concern, I knew; who was I to expect Anna to gossip about me, anyway? Just because I had told my friends about her
