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15 I clutched at Max’s hand, and he gave me a quizzical look. When Claire looked up, the color drained from her face. “Lonna,” she said. “What a surprise.” “Well, you’re the one who told me about the scrapbooks.” I considered confronting her, but I decided I’d wait. Let her think I was some sort of superhuman who could just shake off the effects of her and her husband trying to poison me. Plus, I didn’t want Max jumping into hyper-protective mode and forgetting our reason for being here. Max frowned, and I remembered I’d told him about the conversation and who I had it with. He tensed, but it was subtle, so I doubted she noticed. “Are you feeling better?” Claire asked, which annoyed me more. “Much. I’m so sorry I had to bail on dinner before dessert. I don’t know what came over me.”