Eliana’s POV Moments before Patrick opened his mouth to answer, the evasive look in his eyes already told me everything I needed to know. So shocked was I that I jumped to my feet, staring down at him in disbelief. My heart thumped violently as the full weight of the realization sank into my senses. “Patrick, tell me you didn’t,” I said, my voice low and trembling. Somewhere deep down, I had the faintest flicker of hope that he would tell me that my suspicions were wrong. He looked up slowly, holding my gaze for only a few seconds before dropping it downwards. There and then, the flicker of hope was snuffed out. I knew without the slightest doubt that what I feared, what I’d seen in his troubled brown eyes, was true. Yet, I wanted to hear him say it. As if that was the only thing that would make it real. “Patrick.” My voice rose a notch higher, my gaze intense on him. He looked up again and this time, he maintained eye contact with me. I waited a few seconds to allow him to spe
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