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“Tessa.”
She opened her drawer and pulled out her own folder.
Thicker than Daniel’s.
Color-coded tabs.
Printed emails.
Screenshots.
Phone records.
A flash drive taped inside a yellow sticky note.
I stared at it.
“How long have you been collecting this?”
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