Maybe a few months earlier, I would have.
But by then, I’d started paying much closer attention.
Three days later, a message arrived from a number I didn’t recognize.
“I think we need to talk about Ryan.”
I read it twice.
Then a third time.
My first thought was that it involved work, perhaps someone from his office who’d gotten my number at the party.
I replied.
“Who is this?”
The answer came almost immediately.
“Hannah. The woman you saw at the party.”
My stomach dropped.
We met the next
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