The Guard Asked Who They Were Here to See

made rank, not that the guard had used the title that stunned him silent.

That what he did had a name.

Cruel.

I folded the letter and put it back in the envelope.

“Naomi makes her own decisions,” I said. “If she wants to know you, that will be up to her.”

He nodded.

“And me?” he asked.

I looked at him. Really looked.

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