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because of me." I struggle to swallow
down the lump in my throat.
He reaches over and places a hand
on mine, gently squeezing. “We’re doing
all we can, but it’s like she disappeared
without a trace.”
He clears his throat, pulling his
hands away, realizing he may have
crossed some invisible boundary.
"Thanks for the coffee," he says,
downing the last bit. "I'll be in touch.
