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... t longer than necessary, her hands resting stiffly on her lap as she stared at the empty chair across from her—the space where Sylvia had been sitting only minutes ago. It felt colder now, as if whatever fragile warmth had existed during their conversation—if it could even be called that—had drained away the instant Sylvia stood up.
I understand, Sylvia had said.
Rosanna wasn’t sure if that was true.
What she was sure of was the weight pressing down on her chest, heavier ...
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