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Henry sobered. They were halfway through the side guest parking lot before he answered.
Cassie could feel the sweat already trying to form down her back.
“I know this ring because it used to be mine. I’d know it anywhere, anytime. But after I gave it to Calvin, I never expected to see it again.”
“Because he died?” Cassie felt regret at not spending the morning learning more about the man next to her. Now that she had a real last name, she could have at the very least searched the internet for information. She had no idea who Calvin was, why he died, or anything else about Henry before yesterday. Instead of the last puzzle piece being just out of her reach, she felt like she was left holding only one while the rest of the picture was gone. It wasn’t a good feeling.
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