The Forgotten Genius: Rising From Ruin

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chemical smell of antiseptic that burned the back of her throat. She tried to push herself up, but he

h rough, impatient movements. She didn't loo

voice was a dry croak, like

al clipboard at the foot of the bed with a sharp, dismissive clatt

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ng against the rubber stopper on the wall. The bang made C

as bespoke, navy blue, and tailored to within an inch of its life. His hai

s expensive jacket. She wore a floral dress that looked soft, and her expression was one of

waited for a spark of rec

n at her not with worry, but with the kind of disgust

his ear. She glanced at Chanel, offering a sa

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o this? You think pretending you don't know me will mak

the footboard of the bed unt

he engagement is over.

an emotion she couldn't place, but her logical mind processed the data in

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rward, smoothing the

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her blood? She searched the woman's face for any simil

usiness card. It was black, thick cardstock with g

lap. It landed face u

him, Beckham said. He handles

me was embossed in sharp,

a primal, instinctive spike of fear. She didn't kn

amar. He pulled her close, kissing the top

n in your family with a

It wasn't pity anymore. It was a smirk. A small, triumphant curli

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didn't ask a doctor about her c

tching the entire scene from the doorway. Her expr

se snapped. We don't ru

tly, not from sadness, but from the shock of the adrenaline

t this piece of cardstock was the only lifeline