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... to unbutton her collar. Not knowing how to face Nia Mitchell, she could only pretend to be asleep.
The alcohol was still affecting her; she rubbed her forehead and sat up with effort.
Just then, the phone suddenly rang.
"Hello?" Fiona Sutton answered, glancing at her phone. It was an unfamiliar number.
"It’s me."
A deep, slightly hoarse male voice came from the other end. Fiona’s mind went blank for a moment. She couldn’t recall who it was.
"Who?" ...
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