Reunion Under Neon
The Golden Separation Act I The jazz came from the ballroom downstairs, muffled through the ceiling like a heartbeat that belonged to someone else. Clara Beaumont stood in her sitting room on the third floor of the Long Island estate and listened to Richard host another party while she practised the art of becoming invisible. It had been six months since she told him she wanted out. Six...
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