
As he stirred sugar into his cup, his gaze drifted across the room. In the far booth sat a young woman with a little girl—no older than three. The woman’s smile looked painted on, too wide, too tense. Her eyes flicked nervously toward the man beside her. The man was broad-shouldered, his hand gripping the table with a force that seemed out of place in such a calm setting.
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