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"Yeah," I said, forcing my voice steady. "It’s me. Are you okay?"
Whitney slipped her hand into mine. Her fingers were cold. I pulled her up gently, careful not to jolt her. She stood, but her body swayed like she hadn’t eaten properly in days.
"I’m fine," she whispered.
I looked around the garden quickly. No Taylor. No comforting hand on her back. Just the faint presence of people watching from the shadows men in black suits, standing too still, eyes scanning ...
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