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“Mamma’s going to be mad.”
My stomach tightens.
Tova waits as if I might answer, and I don’t. She goes upstairs.
My phone rings.
Astrid. I answer.
“Hey.”
“I am stopping at the store. Do we need milk?”
I look toward the stairs.
“Yes.”
“Anything else?”
The knife is still beside the half-cut apple.
“No.”
“Good. I will be home in twenty minutes.”
“Drive safe.”
She hangs up.
I finish cutting the apple.
Chapter forty-one
Astrid
The dark blue dress still fits.
Colt is behind me in the bedroom mirror, fastening the cuff button on a white shirt. His suit jacket is across the bed. The tie is already on, which means I have lost my opportunity to watch him complain about it.
That is disappointing.
He catches my face in the mirror.
“That was absolutely something.”
I put in the second earring.
His eyes move over the dress.
They take their time.
“You wore that before.”
“Yes.”
“Good night.”
“It was.”
