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The Man Who Entered Our Bedroom at 1:13 Every Night

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That got the faintest smile out of her.

Weak. Brief.

But real.

At 1:07 the next night, I was awake before the knob turned.

Karen was too.

Neither of us pretended.

When Pete stepped in with the black case, he paused at the sight of me sitting up against the headboard with my glasses on and a legal pad in my lap.

He gave one small nod.

Professional. Almost continue reading …

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