Caroline just stares at him. Really. Well, maybe she's wrong and it was Jonathan. "You sure?" She reaches down into her purse and pulls out the envelope she shoved the money into. She drops it on the table between them. "This wasn't your doing then?" She's annoyed at the tremor in her voice. She wants to just be furious about this, but she's slowly being overwhelmed by bad memories and a growing queasiness.
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ninetydegrees
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on 2013-11-24 11:07 am (UTC)