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2024-10-29 19:42:56Jasper lifted his phone away from his ear once more, placing the device onto the surface of his desk as he watched Genevieve's contact slip into voicemail. He switched his phone off only a moment after, sliding the device away from his sight as he wrestled away the pressing need to contact her.
What had she thought of what happened the previous afternoon? What had she thought when she walked through the front door only to see him in the company of her mother? Through it all, he did not know how to make sense of what he had heard from Mona
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Genevieve pushed her front door open, pushing it shut behind her with even more force before she dropped her belongings of the day and made her way through the hallway with heavy steps. "How could you do this?" She demanded, the second her eyes fell on her mother who sat by the counter, her hands wrapped around a coffee. Mona shifted her gaze from the wall before her and to her daughter who stood before her at the mouth of the corridor, fuming but still gorgeous and young in the light of the hallway.
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Genevieve smiled at the notion, contemplating that perhaps she was not taking the previous gesture to heart—but stopped herself short as the remembrance of Jasper concluded her thoughts, and she was left with a warmth and a lingering smile.The smile soon after fell as she sharply remembered glancing through the sheer glass of her living room window—seasoned with curiosity she wished had never fallen over her as her eyes fell on the image of Jasper, seated cosily beside no one butmother dear
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He asked after a moment, shifting forward in his seat once more as Genevieve dropped her eyes to the table, her teeth finding her lip."Not much... My mom drove me at around seven... and it took an hour... She talked to coworkers, I just sat off to the side the entire night," she shrugged, her eyes scanning the detail of the oak table before her as the man, Luca, drummed his fingers against the surface. It was odd to watch the detective's enviably shaped nails; she was used to a man with hangnail ridden fingers and atrocious cuticles—once
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She snatched her hand back to her chest, lips parting as a misplaced tear she could not even feel fell from the shadows of her eyes and thick, dark lashes. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that,"The girl felt bluntly bewildered in the moment, dark eyes wide and lips parted as a second tear met the skin of her cheek, stained by a deeper pink. Her freckles fell invisible to the tone, hidden by the very shade that warmed beneath her skin and defined the thud of her heartbeat in her ears.
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