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... eeded rest for weeks. He just wanted to have dinner together." Her voice was calm, but it carried a certain edge. "Was I asleep, or were you protecting me from something?"
Sylvia set the cloth down, slowly. "I thought it best."
Lorraine turned, just slightly, enough for her bare shoulder to shift and catch the lamplight. The faint bruises were no longer concealed by water and flowers. They clung to her like the memory of fire.
Her gaze softened. "You think he would’ve not ...
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