Her Quiet Fury
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actions had burne
ed to hum
" Brittany hissed back, her eyes
tching with a detached ai
t scold
oked
don't make
e was a
rebukes, Brittany' s cruelties, the
lf, piece by piece, hoping f
e background of my thoughts – their business, their standing, sub
pened yet, was a future I suddenly saw with c
nge calm settling over
ide cabin in Maine, remote, unde
o to th
ened slightly, surpr
y narrow
dramatic
ol the narrative, to spin my retreat as
e said, his voice regaining its smoo
I could see it
ght I'd
I'd come cr
now I was a
r Hayes, the Senator
t a new feeling was stirring: resignation
reconciliation, no apology
smirked,
vise on my arm, a public show o
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