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sofa. She pressed a hand to her forehead, looking pale and fragile

ender concern. "Of course, baby. Any

said, her voice a weak whisper. She glanced at me fr

cold, impassive mask. "You hear

nds break out in painful, weeping hives. Ingesting it could send me into anaphylactic shock. He had seen it happen once, years ago

barely audible. "The man

emory crossed his face before he blinked it away. "Just wear gloves,"

her, taking her hand, and whispered something that made her giggle. They we

goes from the fruit bowl on the counter was cloying, making my throat feel tigh

othes, folding them into neat, tight squares. I went to the small box on my dresser and took out the few photos I had of Mark and me fr

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hen doorway, a smug, satisfied smirk on her

voice dripping with false sympathy. "It was always his f

ttoning his collar. "Is it

e. I saw it clearly. A dark, purplish mark just above his collarbone. A

e hushed phone calls. The scent of a perfume that wasn't mine clinging to his clothes.

is neck to the mango in her hand. The truth was

lessly scrolled through my phone. A headl

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ling for the camera. The caption speculated they were on the verge of announcing their engagement.