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... icked up her toasted French bread, biting into it slowly as her thoughts raced. She kept her gaze fixed on her plate, her grip on the fork tightening ever so slightly.
This time, she resolved, she needed to respect him—his space, his silence, his decisions. No matter what happened, she would hold her curiosity in check. They weren’t married out of love; this was something she had to remind herself of repeatedly. The sooner she accepted it, the better for both of them.
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