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... intimacy—the tenderness in his hands, the way he used to whisper her name—was her one thread of sanity. It was the light she clung to in the aftermath of everything. The stranger who had taken her dignity had not taken that.
He could never take Winn from her, or the small heartbeat growing inside her belly. That baby was her reason to breathe. Her tether.
Still, she couldn’t tell anyone that. If she dared to speak the truth—that she sometimes heard the man’s laughter when she cl ...
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