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Chapter Ninety Three

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Lila

I didn’t feel myself stand.

Didn’t feel the legs of the chair scraping across the tile.

Didn’t feel the eyes of every stranger in the café fixed on me like I was a specimen under glass.

All I felt was the roar in my ears like the ocean, drowning everything else.

And the pressure behind my breastbone, so sharp it hurt to breathe.

“Lila.”

His voice cut through the static.

Low, rough, desperate.

But I couldn’t look at him.

If I looked at him, I would shatter.

So I turned.

I turned and walked toward the door with my head high, even though the tears were already streaming down my face.

Even though my hands were shaking so violently I could barely push the door open.

I heard him rise behind me heard the scuff of his shoes and the scrape of the chair legs as he followed.

“Lila, please”

“Don’t.”

My voice was calm.

Too calm.

I didn’t even recognize it.

I kept walking.

Out onto the sidewalk, into the blinding sunlight that made the wetness on my cheeks burn.

I had no idea where I was going.
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