•Luke•The second Clare disappeared down the hallway, I reached across the table and pulled Mimi's hand into mine, rubbing my thumb slow across her knuckles, mostly just needing the contact after a conversation that had sat heavier in my chest than I wanted to admit out loud."Hey," I said, softer now, all the careful diplomacy I'd been holding onto for Clare's benefit finally easing out of my voice. "You okay?""I don't trust her," Mimi said, no hesitation at all, turning her coffee cup slowly between her hands instead of looking at me directly."Clare?""Clare." She finally looked up, something stubborn settling into her expression. "I know you two have history, I know she's basically family to you, but Luke, the way she talks about Faye sometimes makes my skin crawl. Like Faye's a puzzle to be solved instead of a person who's actually suffered."I considered that, turning it over carefully, because Mimi's instincts about people were usually sharper than mine, honed over years of be
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