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... or her. He cupped her cheeks with both dried, bloody hands, thumbs brushing the tears she couldn’t stop. "Nonna, don’t cry. Please."
I stared. Because I didn’t think this boy—this cruel, sharp-edged, stubborn boy—knew how to be soft.
Yet here he was, holding her like she was made of something breakable. And worse... he looked breakable too.
Nonna leaned into his palms like she’d been waiting years for him to touch her with something other than defiance.
Her should ...
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