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behind his eyes.
“I kept a box,” Olivia said. “Photos. Hospital bracelet. Drawings. I told myself maybe one day I’d be brave enough to give it to you.”
“You should have told me.”
“Yes,” she whispered. “I should have.”
He wanted to say more, something sharp enough to hurt her the way he hurt. But Lucas laughed softly from inside the car as he rolled the continue reading …
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