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Once they’d reached the hallway, Jonathan signaled for Carrie to follow them, which she did at a distance. Turning to Meg, he asked, “Are you well?”
“I’m fine,” she admitted. “I must admit I’ve never sat in a room full of lawyers before.”
“You handled yourself quite respectfully,” Jonathan assured her.
When he turned to speak to her, Meg noticed more than the scent of mint she usually associated with him. There was another familiar smell as well, and she realized why he wasn’t quite himself. “Are you feeling well, Jonathan?” she asked.
“Yes, of course. Why do you ask?” He held open the back door for her and she was happy for the cool breeze that brushed away the smell of whiskey, a scent she could’ve done without.
“I don’t know,” she replied, taking his arm again. “You just don’t seem quite like yourself today
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