Page 65 of Sweet Little Lies
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Panic rips through me, my heart beating wildly and erratically in my chest. I’m dizzy and grip the side of the tiled bathroom vanity. I don’t even realize until I glance up into the mirror that tears are streaming down my face.
“Hello? Please, someone. Is anyone there? Please tell me what’s going on with Lance? Where is he? Please…”
And then the line is dead.
And I think my heart died along with it.
