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... the afternoon. The moment he saw me, he rushed forward, fell to his knees, and reached for my hand—his trembling fingers brushing mine like a sinner clutching for salvation.
"Please... forgive me." His voice cracked. He pressed his lips to my hand, desperate. "I’m sorry, Livy..."
I stared down at him, my face an unbroken mask of calm. There is no forgiveness for him. Not now, not ever. If Mother were here to tell me to forgive, I might have listened. But she’s dead—and with her d ...
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