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FORTY-EIGHT

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DAMIAN

I shut the car door.... just… shut it calmly and deliberate like if I moved slowly enough, I could pretend none of this was happening. But through the glass, I could still see her. Elena on her knees in the cold dirt, digging into the soil with a shovel as if brute force could rewrite the truth.

My hands stayed on the steering wheel, but I couldn’t turn the key. I couldn’t drive away. I just sat there, frozen in the damned space between what I needed to do and what I could do. Every time she lifted the shovel and slammed it down, I flinched. Physically flinched. Like she was hitting me. She didn’t even realise how the soil was giving way under her palms. She didn’t see her arms shaking from exhaustion, not even her tears dripping into the dirt she was trying to tear apart.

But I did. God, I did.

Cole appeared beside the car window. He didn’t knock. Just stood there, arms crossed, staring at me like I was a ticking bomb he wasn’t being paid enough to babysit.

I cracked the windo
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