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“I am sorry for that night. For not trusting you to be strong enough to know the truth.”
She did not answer.
But for the first time in seven years, she did not turn her face away.
At 8:30, Damen and Clara left Moringo through the kitchen entrance.
Eli’s black SUV idled in the alley.
Clara sat in back.
Damen drove.
Eli rode shotgun, one hand resting easy on continue reading …
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