Celeste stepped into the warm, fragrant apartment, the scent of a simmering marinara sauce filling the air. Nate quickly tapped a message out on his phone, then placed it face-down on the kitchen island. He had been getting ready for a date, and the smell of the delicious food, the lit candles, and the table set for two twisted a knot of guilt in her stomach.He turned his full attention to her, his gaze sweeping over her bruised face, his eyes sad, his posture radiating a mix of anger and concern."It's not as bad as it looks," she said, the lie feeling hollow as it left her lips.Nate shook his head. "I don't think that's true, Celeste," he said, his voice gentle. "But I'm not going to force you to tell me anything you don't want to."Celeste nodded, a small wave of gratitude washing over her. There was so much she didn't want to tell him, even more that she didn't know the answers to, but if she was possibly putting him in danger just by being here, he deserved to know. He had to b
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