Page 73 of Cuts Like An Angel: Part 3

She blew out her cheeks and then bit the edge of her lip again, “Do you have anything in the evening? It’s very urgent?”

It was too long as she waited for the three dots to appear to say he was replying. A minute passed and then another.

“I’m outside,” William’s text came in.

“Just putting some shoes on.”

God, please answer me. Please, please, please.

Another text message. Mark again. “7 pm my office? No William?”

“No William.”

William couldn’t know about this. He couldn’t ever know. It would be too much.

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