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He grabbed his phone, his hands trembling, while one guard escorted him toward the elevator.
As he passed me, he whispered, “Audrey, please.”
I did not answer.
His phone started ringing before he reached the door.
Lydia, probably.
The elevator doors closed on him.
And just like that, the man I had loved for nearly a decade was gone.
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