The Unintended Witness

The pediatric clinic receipt lay on the mahogany desk like a live wire. Julian’s thumb traced the jagged edge of the carbon copy, his movements slow, deliberate, and predatory. He didn't look at her; he was studying the date—a ghost from the fifteen months she had spent in self-imposed exile.

"You were gone for a long time, Elena," Julian said, his voice stripp

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