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Not really. I drifted in and out of something that couldn’t be called rest, replaying the stables on a loop.
The word I’d thrown at his feet like a grenade.
Coward.
I still meant it.
But meaning it didn’t stop my chest from aching.
By the time Hattie arrived to dress me, I looked like I’d been through a war. She took one look at my face and wisely said nothing.
The Charity Bazaar was a study in controlled chaos. Silk and candlelight, laugh ...
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