Evelyn lifted her glass and smiled sweetly. “Varity keeps the files in order,” she said, lowering her voice as if she were sharing a secret, even though everyone could hear. “She’s the backbone of the system. Someone has to answer the phones, right?”
A few people laughed. Someone tapped a fork against a glass in agreement. I felt that familiar burn in my chest, slow and uncomfortable, but I stayed silent. I looked down at the tablecloth and traced its pattern with my fingers, just like I always did.
Then Daniel, her fiancé, turned toward me.
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