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Chapter 55 For one impossibly long moment, neither of them moved. The bustling hotel lobby seemed to fade into the background until it became nothing more than a blur of indistinct voices and footsteps. Businessmen wheeled expensive suitcases across the polished marble floors, families checked out at the reception desk, waiters carried trays of freshly brewed coffee toward the restaurant, and somewhere nearby a pianist played a slow instrumental melody that drifted lazily through the air. Jackson heard none of it. His entire world had narrowed to the woman kneeling opposite him, her fingertips still resting lightly against his as they both held the same mobile phone. It was astonishing how something so small could awaken memories he had spent years convincing himself he had buried. Her h
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