Chapter 14 Distraction (Doris Vale POV)

The knock on my door comes at seven-thirty, three sharp raps that make me jump. I'm still in the kitchen, drying the last of the dinner dishes. I set the towel down and move to the door, checking the peephole.

Donald stands in the hallway, his jacket soaked, hair plastered to his forehead. Even t...

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