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Chapter Twenty

작가: Rina Baldwin
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The ward smelled like bleach and wilted flowers from numerous people who loved her. Damon stood at the doorway, watching the nurse wipe Amara’s arms with a damp cloth.

“Can you give us a minute?” he said as he entered. He hadn't been here ever since the accident and honestly speaking it was hard for him to see her in that state of vegetativeness. His voice when he said it was low, but something in it made the nurse look up quickly and nod. She gathered her tray and left without meeting his eyes.

Silence folded into the room. He waited until the door clicked shut before taking a step closer. Amara looked small against the white sheets — pale, her hair brushed neatly over one shoulder.He sat down beside her, observing her briefly in her moment of stillness, before breaking the silence.

“How long were you going to tell me?”

A faint beep from the monitor punctuated his question.“Or were you ever going to?” he murmured. “I keep thinking maybe you were waiting for the
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