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THIRTY-FIVE

ANONYMOUS

I lean back in my computer chair and stare at the live camera feed of the library on my monitor.

The two of you stand chest to chest like lovers or enemies—I can’t figure it out, but it’s amusing.

You are a Good Samaritan, Natalie. I gave you too little credit. You did the right thing, and you think you are safe.

But you just made things a whole lot worse.

I can hear your heavy breathing on the other end as I hold the phone to my ear.

“Yes, I will do that, Miss Olsen. Stay safe,” I say into the phone and hang up.