CassandraI looked at his unrestrained smile, he seemed much better than before.I knew that, deep down, he had repeatedly blamed himself for what happened between us. When I met George in the past, I heard from him how devastated Dylan had been.He thought that if only he hadn’t pursued me, hadn’t pressured me, then that relationship wouldn’t have happened. But between us, there was never truly anyone at fault.It was the secrets we kept—and the overwhelming fear, that made everything far more painful.I held my breath for a second, steadying myself.“How have you been, Dylan?” I finally asked.I had heard that he had been handling many cases, but nothing about how he was doing personally.He sat up straighter. “I’m fine. You see? I’m really fine.”He repeated his words. For a moment, I thought he was trying to convince me—emphasizing it as if to make it true, but it did seem that way.A second later, however, his demeanor shifted along with a rough sigh escaping his lips.“Ah, this
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