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... pin pulled. I sat frozen, my coffee cup suspended halfway to my lips, as my brain struggled to process what Marcus had just said. The bustling restaurant seemed to fade away, leaving only the thundering of my heart in my ears.
Gabriel’s face drained of color. Leah Barrett looked like she’d swallowed something particularly unpleasant. And my mother-my poor mother— appeared to be experiencing all five stages of grief simultaneously.
"Marcus," Elizabeth finally managed, her voice p ...
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