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it. I answered.
“Maria,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry.”
“I know,” I said.
“I thought I was saving Chad,” he admitted. “I was so scared of losing him that I lost you instead.”
“You didn’t lose me because you helped him,” I said, voice even. “You lost me because you stole from me. There’s a difference.”
He was quiet a long moment.
“I understand that now,” he continue reading …
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