It was as if she had come upon the beautiful marble façade of a fairy palace, was invited to enter, and behind the door—nothing. But the world didn’t do that. On the mantelpiece in front of her was a note addressed to her in Annabel’s handwriting. ‘I can’t think how I’ve tolerated myself all these years. I could not dream of loving you. She barely heard a word that Martin or Brown said, until Martin’s voice chimed. ‘Oh, you are making a game with me.
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