Fool Me Once
Not when her enthusiasm had pulled me back from the brink more than once.
We flew privately that evening, courtesy of Andrew's final gesture of respect for a man whom he claimed was not his ex but rather his "aesthetically gifted asset handler."
Cassie sat across from me, peering at her laptop as she scrolled through satellite images of the metro vault. She was intently focused. Her fingers rushed across the keyboard. Her face was illuminated only by the faint light, revealing the shape of her jawline, the lines of her cheeks, and the thin scar below her lip, which she claimed to have gotten in a fencing match, although she had actually fallen during seventh grade.
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