I was in the middle of booking a flight to Ireland on Friday afternoon when Helen’s name flashed across my phone screen. Three days had passed since our last conversation, and though I knew she had something to say, I hadn’t bothered to call.
“Hello, Mrs. Hawthorne,” I answered, my voice cool.
“We need to meet. There’s an addendum to the agreement,” she said, dispensing with any preamble.
“My lawyer can handle that with yours.”
“Hannah,” her
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