The Woman at Table Seven
Luca loosened his tie slowly.
“Nothing,” he said.
But Evelyn knew him too well to believe that.
“You look like someone died.”
The words landed harder than she intended.
Because something had died.
Not today.
Years ago.
And Luca had just finally found the body.
Dinner passed in polished silence.
Evelyn spoke about donor lists …
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