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from this fabulous novel.
I
stretched out on the sofa, but sleep was an impossible dream. I sat up when
Robin opened the door. Strain showed on her face. Fatigue and what looked like
anger.
“What
time is it?” I asked.
“After
midnight.”
I
noticed all of the things that were not right: red mud on her shoes, a leaf
tangled in her hair. Her face was flushed, with spots of brighter color in the
hollow places. The kitchen lamp put pinpricks in her eyes.
Something
was very wrong.
“I
have to ask you a question,” she said.
I
leaned forward. “Ask,” I said.
She
perched on the edge of the coffee table. Our knees were close, but we did not
touch. “Did you see Grace today?”
“Did
something happen to her?” Adrenaline jolted through me.
“Just
answer me, Adam.”
My
voice was too loud. “Did something happen to her?”
