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Chapter 39: I'm Sorry

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TIARA MCKENZIES' POINT OF VIEW

"Sorry."

The word slipped from Elijah's mouth like smoke, soft and low, but it burned straight through me. I didn't know how one syllable could unravel me like that, but it did. It caught me off guard, pierced a place I didn't even know was still vulnerable. And in that moment, everything in me started to fall apart.

It wasn't just an apology. It was a wound reopening after years of pretending it had healed. It was the crack in a dam I'd reinforced with silence. And now, nothing could stop the flood.

I froze where I stood, staring at the night sky beyond the balcony. I didn't trust myself to look at him, not yet. If I did, I might drown in whatever was written on his face. And I wasn't

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