Four Trustees, Their Grieving Intern (Keep It Quiet)

The door opens behind me.
Abel
You left the donor table. Malcolm noticed.
Abel. Tweed, no tie. His eyes go straight to my hands, and my hands are shaking.
End of Chapter 2
Stories contain mature romantic and sexual content. All characters are fictional adults.
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The door opens behind me.
You left the donor table. Malcolm noticed.
Abel. Tweed, no tie. His eyes go straight to my hands, and my hands are shaking.
End of Chapter 2
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