Chapter 32 Greer's Camera

(Nora's POV)

"She can't know," I whisper, staring at Holt like he might take the words back if I say them quiet enough. "There's no way Priscilla Doyle knows about that dock. I've never told a single living person about it. Not Emory. Not you. No one."

"Maybe she doesn't," Holt says, though his to...

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