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... ree hours to relax, shower, and prepare for dinner. As always, there was a dress laid out on the chair. Not the bed, as if that was somehow supposed to make me feel better.
I wasn’t an idiot. I knew the suite was searched every day while I was gone. There were little things I would note before I left and saw that they’d been moved. Sometimes it was a lampshade turned just a little.
Once, I’d tucked the edge of some thread under the rug and found it in the corner when I got home. ...
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