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... deliberate sip of her wine. The crystal glass caught the light, casting ruby shadows across the pristine tablecloth.
"About two years ago, we met at an industry cocktail event," she said, her voice unnervingly calm. "Kieran slipped something into my drink."
My stomach clenched as though I’d swallowed ice. I recognized the flat affect in her voice-the protective numbness that comes from retelling a trauma you’ve learned to package neatly for others.
"A woman like me can’t ...
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