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stared at it like it might disappear if she blinked.
“Eat,” Carter said from across the table.
His voice carried no warmth, but no cruelty either—just simple command.
“When did you last have a real meal?”
“Three days ago,” she whispered. “The shelter.”
Her small hands trembled as she picked up the fork.
Carter watched her eat with the intensity he usually continue reading …
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