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her.
When she opened her eyes and saw me standing there, no fear crossed her face. Only recognition. Then distance.
“Elena called you,” she said. It was not a question.
I moved closer to the bed and realized every apology I had rehearsed on the drive over now sounded filthy. “Camila, I’m sorry” was not enough for betrayal. It was not enough for abandonment.continue reading …
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