“You okay?” I asked her when Houston finished berating her for disappearing this morning, this time alone but without security. She was sitting alone on the sofa, heels off, and rubbing her small feet with a grimace. “Fabulous,” she grumbled without looking up. The link between my brain and my body disconnected long enough for me to take the foot she was rubbing between my hands and kneed the pad of her foot. And I was painfully aware of the fact that this hadn’t gone unnoticed. From the corner of my eye, I saw Loren storm off, bursting through a door marked “No Exit” and setting off the
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