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need to see them.”
“Why?”
“Because I own the company that makes her medication.”
The sentence did not impress her.
It horrified her.
Marisol pulled Lily closer.
“You’re Ashford,” she whispered.
“Yes.”
Her eyes filled with a different kind of pain.
Not fear now.
Recognition.
“You’re the reason she got sick again.”
You could have defended yourself.
You could have continue reading …
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