There was a pause. A soft clink, like a glass being set down.
Marcus stared through the crack as the two silhouettes drifted into view in the hallway outside the closet. He couldn’t see their faces clearly, only the shape of Ryan’s shoulders, the line of Veronica’s arm. But he didn’t need a close-up.Their voices were intimate. Familiar. Too …
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