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Palmer scrolled through the contacts list on her phone, finally finding the right one. A small, morbid smile sprang to her lips. She'd spoken to the owner of this number earlier tonight--like every night--but it had been a while since she'd last made a social call. What a reason to get back in touch.
Like old times, really, except not really at all.
She glanced back into the dining room. Amity still seemed to be sitting tight—not that she had any way of not doing that, being handcuffed to the chair, ha fucking ha, but at least she was eating, now. Well. For a given value of "eating."
Christ in heaven, this was her life, now.
Well, she already committed to this. No reason to hesitate. She hit the call button.
"Hi, Danielle," she said, not even bothering to disguise the weariness in her voice. "It's me."
Like old times, really, except not really at all.
She glanced back into the dining room. Amity still seemed to be sitting tight—not that she had any way of not doing that, being handcuffed to the chair, ha fucking ha, but at least she was eating, now. Well. For a given value of "eating."
Christ in heaven, this was her life, now.
Well, she already committed to this. No reason to hesitate. She hit the call button.
"Hi, Danielle," she said, not even bothering to disguise the weariness in her voice. "It's me."
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