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“Is this definitive proof I have the worst judgment in men?” “No, you don’t. What you have is trust that has been abused. Men aren’t your fault.”
Harriet imagined this was akin to how you’d feel working for British intelligence and discovering your desk mate was a Russian spy: a disorientating instability, and a review of every exchange you’d had with them over the pertinent period.
