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he saw me.
Not a dramatic tear. Not performance.
One quiet tear slipping down his cheek before he whispered, “There you are.”
The memory nearly dropped me to my knees.
I pulled a tissue from my coat pocket and wiped mud from the cover.
Slowly.
Carefully.
Victoria watched me with disgust.
“For God’s sake,” she snapped. “Have some dignity.”
I stood.
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