“Allie.” Hannah sounds exceedingly worried. “Talk to me.” I inhale a wobbly breath. “Can you do something for me?” “Anything,” she says instantly. “Just tell me what you need.” “Can you…” I speak through the tight lump in my throat. “Can you call Dean and ask him to come over?” I don’t check her face to gauge her reaction. I don’t need to, because I hear the bewilderment loud and clear in her voice. “Dean?” She pauses. “Dean Di Laurentis?” “Yes.” I curl up again, tucking my head against the pillow. “You want me to call Dean.” “Yes.” “Dean Di Laurentis?” “Yes.” I lick my dry lips, which are
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