Chapter Sixty-Eight: Drunk Truths and Sober Lies

Chapter Sixty-Eight: Drunk Truths and Sober Lies

ABEL DONOVAN

Flora waved her hand dismissively, the gesture too loose, too theatrical. "Details, details. I'm here now, aren't I? That's what matters."

She moved closer, and I caught the unmistakable scent of alcohol on her breath. So she was drunk...

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