Husband's Frame, Wife's Fierce Justice

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through the air, sweet and cloying. "Ha

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my arm as if it were hot. He turned

s, her blonde hair catching the afternoon light. She rushed forward,

d, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "You h

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ing me that I owed her something. The injusti

mething, anything, but Alec took my e

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her in law school, you know. T

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e murmured into my ear, his

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ise. A flicker of something-confusion, maybe e

that. After a nightmare. After a stressful day. He had

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uldn' t control my reaction, and it bothered hi

the patio, his voice boomin

ers died

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as much a performanc

ongest person I know, and she is home. With me. If anyone ha

e patio. People shifted unco

usy in her eyes before it was replaced by her signature look of fragile vulne

a drama

her voice ringing with false sinc

s locking with mine. "Pleas