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face changed in an instant, like a mask sliding perfectly into place. Gentle. Beautiful. Innocent.
“Adrian,” she breathed. “You’re back early.”
My mother held her wrist close to her chest, her eyes wet, but she said nothing. That silence hurt more than the bruise already forming on her skin.
“What were you doing?” I asked.
Vanessa walked toward me slowly,continue reading …
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