V05-Lukewarm-Coffee-202606092208
Chapter One The coffee was lukewarm. Rachel Kim had made it at 6:30, and it was now 8:45 and still lukewarm. She drank it anyway. Mark O'Brien sat across from her at the kitchen table of the bungalow on South Morgan Street, folding his daughter's tiny clothes into a duffel bag. He was thirty-three, divorced, and wore the kind of tired that no amount of sleep could fix. Lily, seven years old,...
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