Chapter 89

Marcy had a habit of craving the strangest things at the strangest times. It had started small, harmless even.

A craving for apples dipped in peanut butter. Then pickles with cream cheese. Dan had handled it all with the quiet patience of a man who had faced worse things than midnight snack emergencies.

But lately, her cravings had evolved. They had become specific. Precise. Almost tactical.

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