my girlfriend's Dad
“She didn’t see anything.”
“Emma doesn’t need to see,” Lily shot back, dropping the envelope onto the table like it weighed too much. “She feels things. She reads between the lines. We just handed her a puzzle with missing corners and a note that says good luck.”
Damian stayed standing, arms crossed, mind already calculating. “Then we get ahead of it.”
Lily barked a short, bitter laugh. “Oh, sure. Let’s invite her back for brunch, tell her we were just— what, rehearsing for a soap opera?”
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