"I... my grandmother used to sing it to me," she said, her voice tight. "It wasn't in the script."
Elias looked toward the stage door one last time. He imagined Tatum on the other side of it, perhaps looking at a monitor, seeing his face, knowing that her most dedicated observer was just a wall away. tatum christine obsessive
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