
JENNIFER — BACK EDGE. SIMON FRONT.
I stared at the screen.
Suddenly, everything made sense.
Clara hadn’t simply wanted me to lose weight.
She had prepared a backup plan in case I didn’t.
Hide me at the edge.
Put Simon in front.
Make me less visible.
Behind us, Clara’s voice cut through the hallway.
“What exactly are you showing her?”
Simon turned.
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