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Leona
My phone buzzed against the kitchen counter.
"Hey," I answered, switching the phone to my other ear while shaking out a towel.
I wasn't expecting Mari's call that night. It came right as I was folding laundry-Harryson was in the study again, quiet, door shut. The house felt cold even though the heat was on.
"You left your sunglasses in my