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Chapter Fifty-Six: An Apology Worth Nothing and Everything

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I did not go back to the Paris approvals immediately.

I told myself I did. I sat down and picked up my pen and opened the file and looked at the first page. But I was not reading it. I was looking at the words on the page the way you look at something when your eyes are pointing at it and your mind is somewhere else entirely and you are waiting for the two of them to find each other again.

They did not find each other for a long time.

I put the pen down.

Olivia appeared in the doorway a few min
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