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that ballroom. Not in front of those people. Not where Damen could see me breaking.
I walked quickly back into the restroom, locked myself inside a stall, and pulled the test from my pocket.
Two pink lines stared up at me.
Proof that my life would never be simple again.
I tore it in half.
Once.
Twice.
Again.
Tiny pieces scattered across the marble floor beside continue reading …
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