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The main course arrived. Filet mignon.

Clare appeared at our table, eyes red, voice shaking.

“Can I talk to you?”

I looked up. “We’re in the middle of dinner.”

“Please. Just five minutes.”

Robert stood. “We’ll give you privacy. Elena, if you want us to stay…”

“It’s fine. Five minutes.”

They moved to the bar area. Clare sat in Patricia’s vacated chair.continue reading …