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... om his table, his lunch forgotten. He had seen Cecilia’s apocalyptic entrance, the hurricane of her hair, the raw tracks of tears on her cheeks, a sight so alien it short-circuited his understanding.
He had seen the slap, the violent, shocking punctuation to her distress.
Cecilia never cried.
Not when he’d dismissed her with practiced cruelty. Not when he’d turned his back, leaving her in corridors thick with scorn. Not when the gossip had painted her as a desperate, path ...
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