“Please help me.”
Kate Tilden reaches her delicate, manicured hand next to mine, and I turn to her, startled. She’s unsteady, and there’s a stain on the bodice of her strappy party dress. Wine, probably. Her big blue eyes are red-rimmed and imploring me, just a caterer’s assistant, for help up the stairs. That startles me more…but so it begins.

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