The room froze.
Ryan’s hand instantly released mine.
Claire’s face drained of color.
And standing in the doorway was not a notary.
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The room froze.
Ryan’s hand instantly released mine.
Claire’s face drained of color.
And standing in the doorway was not a notary.
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