Chloe did not speak after getting into the car. She sat in a heavy silence, leaning against the seat, her eyes fixed on the blur of street scenes passing outside the window. In the four years they had known each other, he’d seen her as sensible and resilient, a kind of sturdy evening primrose that bloomed no matter the wind or rain. But tonight, the flower was wilted. Her quiet was different, and Marcus Evans could feel the sadness radiating
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