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[90] If Only You Knew

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ELENA

At seven in the morning, the air in the corridor of St. Jude Hospital was bitterly cold, as though it had frozen the breath in my lungs along with everything else. My heart pounded wildly against my ribcage, racing to a rhythm I couldn't explain.

Cedric and I hadn't talked much last night. After I said those final words, Gavin had come to fetch me from the nursery and escort me back to my room. Once again, I found myself lost in thought over the way Cedric treated me as though I were some
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