“Thank you,” Janey said, looking up at the waiter set her glass of Pinot noir in front of her. She glanced at Sean, who’d ordered a Diet Coke, and then Tessa, who’d opted for lemon water. Both of them were waiting for her, and Janey felt the tension inside her stretching and stretching.
“You tell him,” she said to Tessa, who rolled her eyes.
“She ran into…
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