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13 Part I
Jasper lifted his phone away from his ear once more, placing the device onto the surface of his desk as he watched Genevieve's contact slip into voicemail. He switched his phone off only a moment after, sliding the device away from his sight as he wrestled away the pressing need to contact her.
What had she thought of what happened the previous afternoon? What had she thought when she walked through the front door only to see him in the company of her mother? Through it all, he did not know how to make sense of what he had heard from Mona
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Genevieve smiled at the notion, contemplating that perhaps she was not taking the previous gesture to heart—but stopped herself short as the remembrance of Jasper concluded her thoughts, and she was left with a warmth and a lingering smile.The smile soon after fell as she sharply remembered glancing through the sheer glass of her living room window—seasoned with curiosity she wished had never fallen over her as her eyes fell on the image of Jasper, seated cosily beside no one butmother dear
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