a meaningless buzz. The business associate he was meeting was already being sea
ng across from him at a table just like that one, her face glowing as she told him she thou
rl was a physical blow. It was a picture of a life he shou
r's across the crowded room. There was no surprise in his expre
blood run cold, used his thumb to wipe a tiny smudge of sauce from the corner of Chloe Ashfo
-hot wave that threatened to pull him under. He wanted to stride acro
a constant, mocking reminder of his powerlessness. This feeling-this utter lack
te was standing beside him, a concerned look o
ht they ached. "No. Nothing," he lied, the word tasting like
. He watched as the little girl, Luna, knocked over her glass of milk. He saw Chloe and Julian move in perfect, prac
a family. A rea
turn of the knife in his gut. It was a relentless
im. The loss of control was t
't take i
shly against the floor. "I'm sorry," he said curtly to
taurant, not daring to look back. I
watched him go, her
in. "Objecti
yes like chips of ice,
n from the storm raging inside him. He had physically escaped, but the image of that family was seare
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