“Who is Riggs Friedman?” Janey asked again. She paced from the far windows to the new dining room table, where Tessa and Sean Masterson sat. Dinner had been delivered an hour ago, but Tessa had mostly picked through her chicken Caesar salad.
Her appetite had fled earlier that day when the picture from Esme had come in.
She looked at it again. It was clea…
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