Jordan“Where are you, Marie?” I asked. I knew something was wrong, and my gut had not lied to me.“Are you at home?”“Not now, Jordan,” she replied, and the call dropped.I stared at the phone for a few seconds before I hurried the driver to drive back to the house. I stood in front of her door and knocked on it impatiently.“Marie,” I called out.There was no answer. I knocked again, and then I heard movement within the house.“Please open up. I need to talk to you about it urgently.”The door finally opened, and she stood in front of me, looking down and dejected. Her hands were on her hips.I stood in front of her, and suddenly, my throat felt dry. I didn't know the right words to say.“I'm sorry you had to find out that way, Marie, but I promise you, it's not what you're thinking at all. Can I come in?”She looked at me for a short while, then angled her body away for me to slip through the doorway.I walked into the apartment, and then she closed the door behind her and walked i
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