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... ath. Ivy stiffened instinctively, her skin prickling. "Anna, darling. It’s eleven o’clock," Tom’s baritone cut through the air.
"Oh, my meds. Come with me, dear," Anna said, looping her arm through Ivy’s. Together, they moved toward the entrance.
They met up with Tom, who walked just half a step behind, close enough for Ivy to feel the weight of his stare on the back of her neck. "If I may ask, what’s wrong? Why are you on medication?"
"Oh... it’s just my blood pressure," ...
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