Ennison spoke at last. As silent as she had remained about who had brought her home last night. "Let me see him. “That’s what we narcs have to do. “She must go her own way. But heavens, I must pack!” She sprang to her feet and disappeared in the room beyond, from which she emerged a few minutes later with flushed cheeks and dishevelled hair. Lucy loved orchestras, the bittersweet tinge of rosin dust that hung in the air, the way that the sun shone through filthy windows illuminating the marimbas with a storybook light. I have never loved you.
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