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Chapter 15
Chapter 15 Without thinking, Hannah dropped to the floor and pretended to tie her shoes—which must have seemed incredibly deranged to Savita, since her shoes had no laces. Was it strange to hide from Mr. Anonymous after going to such ridiculous lengths every day trying to find him? Yes. It was strange. Of course it was... but he couldn’t see her here. He couldn’t know she worked in a retail store. It was too embarrassing. Could he possibly have spotted her? No. He was talking to... to some pretty young woman with long brown hair. Who was she? His wife? Girlfriend? Mistress? Was this the woman he’d abandoned for one night of man-on-man debauchery? Did this woman know her man had f****d Hannah’s husband in a hotel suite? He’d given Nathaniel a hand job and f****d Nathaniel’s a
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