(Amara)My eyes dart to them—and I still.“Ray… Rayner?”His name slips from my lips before I can stop it.He stands right there, watching. Brows drawn, confusion and something sharper flickering in his eyes.Michael’s grip loosens slowly from my hand as they walk closer, closing the space between us.“What’s going on here?” Rayner asks.His gaze moves between us, searching.I say nothing.My fingers tremble slightly at my side, and panic creeps up my spine.What do I say?How do I even begin to explain this?He saw us. He saw the tension. There’s no simple excuse out of this.My thoughts spiral fast, crashing into each other.Is he going to find out?Is this it?That I’m Amara Roosevelt.No.I swallow hard.I can’t let that happen.To him, I’m married. If he gets to learn about the truth… that I’m a Roosevelt, then what would he think of me? Of my family?My chest tightens.My breathing stutters.My eyes flicker around the space, catching the subtle glances of people watching. Curiou
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