_River POV_ “What do you want, Amber?” I asked, refusing to look at her. My voice came out tired, small, but steady. Before she could say anything else, I added, “Look, I don’t want any trouble.”She leaned forward over our table with that same fake smile. “Who said anything about causing trouble?” she asked, tilting her head as she slowly eyed me. “How’s life as a homeless, rejected pauper?”I rolled my eyes and straightened up in my seat. “As you can see, I’m doing just fine, Amber,” I said, trying to sound confident. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to enjoy my dessert in peace.”Her eyes flicked to my tray, then back to my face. “Dessert to hide your bitterness?” she sneered. “You know too much sugar isn’t good for women... especially women who just had a miscarriage.”Her words slammed into me.I froze.My hands curled into fists beneath the table, trembling slightly. My throat tightened, and it took everything in me not to crumble right there in front of her.How could she say
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