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He swallowed. “That necklace. Where did you get it?”
Her hand went to the pendant instantly, a reflex so fast it almost hurt to watch. Protective. Possessive. She touched it the way some children touch their mother’s sleeve in a crowd.
“My mama gave it to me.”
The noise of the market seemed to slide away from him. Seven years collapsed in on themselves continue reading …
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