His Brother's Promise, My Silent Revenge

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ched café. He wasn't saying anything, just looking at her with that familiar, loving

up with tears

e memory of that love was what Grafton and Cherrelle had systematically disma

lower from a bouquet Justen had given her. A ticket stub from a concert. A cheap keychain Grafton had won at a car

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rinkets in her hand. He strode over an

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said, her voice eeri

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to him, her face

something

s eyes. He had expected tears, a protest, some

ring his composure. "The jew

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elp, after all. Ev