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Chapter 226

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Familiar heaviness settled around Monet's shoulders as the resolve settled in her guts.

There was no dramatic resolve, no clenched fist in the mirror, no whispered I have to know spoken into the dark. It came the way most truths did for her slowly, accumulating, settling until avoidance became heavier than action.

She noticed it first in the pauses. The way Richard stopped himself before finishing certain sentences.

The way Florence chose her words was too careful when her shattered linea
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