From His Silent Bride to the Queen of Comebacks
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ted and the wind no longer screamed. Until the ache
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down gently and cov
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that suddenly stumbled into view, mak
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sked, voice soft, almo
moved slowly
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then offered a sympathetic smile
o sorry. You must
She ran her fingers through her hair, smoothing out imaginary imperf
fabric shifted-just enough to reveal a faint
king on the mark like a blade had sliced
expression twisted-sweetness curd
the polished floor, and leaned in
she whispered.
Then, low
y you look at him. But come on, look at y
tsteps echoed
tly. She raised her voice, loud a
fault yesterday. I ove
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a tu
, leaning heavily on a cane. He looked
spinning toward him in
r his arm, but stopped short when he sho
d and quickly
egan, her voice faltering, "about th
anced down, brows t
arply. Not a
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chest ti
, hands trembling as they l
was alive. It trusted me. It
gaze d
aid quietly. "Are
ved again, m
n look at him.
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his voice low but shaki
erything you have, is because I let you live in this house. I ra
hes from her. His v
victim here? You think
und came. She was trembling, h
e said. "Not when your last name is
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again, but she d
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er head, vis
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