Chapter 131
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Chapter 131

"There's one more thing."

Something in the pacing of those words — the pause before them, the particular way he had straightened slightly — made Sarah set down the thought she'd been forming and pay closer attention.

"What?"

Caleb looked at her, and the professional register he'd been holding dropped a degree or two. What was underneath it wasn't alarming, exactly — but it was personal. Specifically personal, in a way she hadn't been anticipating.

"When this is finished," he said. "
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