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he approached slowly.
My father was nearby, but he did not move. Martin watched from a few steps away.
Daniel stopped in front of me.
“Claire,” he said.
I waited.
“I did love you.”
It was the first sentence in months that almost hurt.
Almost.
But love does not leave a woman bleeding in a hospital bed.
Love does not tell her to take the bus home after giving continue reading …
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