Stephanie Giangrande

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She’d made the right sympathetic noises as he’d pulled on his shirt and shoes, while also managing to convey on some level that she was a little pissed off he was leaving her in the middle of the night for a drama involving his own family. It was funny how high and bright the red flags flew in hindsight, Nathan often thought.
The Lost Man
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