Chapter 145 – She Didn't Have Tilda's Face
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- I leaned back in my chair, fingers brushing over the edge of a printed document I was no longer reading. The office was quieter than usual—most of the staff had gone home hours ago, and only the low hum of the air conditioning punctuated the silence.
- I wasn’t expecting company, so the soft knock on the door pulled my gaze upward.