Nadine Lewis sat at her kitchen table, a notebook open in front of her. She wrote a few figures down, some in red and some in black. The only time she worked on finances was when Harvey was out. She didn't know where she was. Really, she made it a point not to ask. If she didn't ask, she didn't have to lie if she was ever questioned
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She didn't hear the door open, too intent on her calculations. She glared at the adding machine in front of her, as if it was its fault that her finances didn't add up to the amount she needed.
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