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forced into this.”
I looked down at her hand on my sleeve, then back at her face. Real tears this time. Fear does that.
“It was him,” she said quickly. “He made me do it. I didn’t understand what was happening.”
I pulled my arm free. Not hard. Just enough. Then I adjusted my sleeve, deliberate and slow.
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