Hunter went back inside the farmhouse, where the conversation stopped upon his arrival. “She left,” he said sourly. He sat down in the nearest chair and took a bite of pizza. It tasted like sawdust in his mouth, but he chewed anyway. He’d driven for an hour to get here tonight, and he couldn’t stand the thought of making the drive back to the condo.
“She…
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