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Three weeks, going on a month since the incident, and Beth was finally free of the damn sling. Free of most of the bruises and soreness, if not the guilt, and definitely not the worry about Ryan. Still, it was enough time, and she was back to work, corsets laced a little looser than usual, or could be that she'd just had less appetite of late.
She found a familiar face and an old smile, and slid into a free chair at their table. "Buy a girl a drink?"