Margot was early. She wore her best shirt. She’d applied red lipstick but it made her look like she was trying too hard, so she’d taken it off in the car when she’d arrived in the city. She met Tom in a café in Darlinghurst. The voicemail messages that he’d left for Sophie had been frantic and the last one had threatened to cut off all contact. It was l…
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