Madelaine I remembered the story—at least, I hoped it was the right one. My mom told me that when they were fifteen, she witnessed Ben kill a man with his bare hands by snapping his neck, and he hid the body very well, too. What she didn't tell me, which I have now learned from Ben, was that the man was trying to hurt her. I wouldn't have been scared of a friend who killed someone to save me, but on the other hand, I understood my mom. It must have been really scary to watch your fifteen-year-old friend just kill someone without a second thought.“Hey,” Ben wrapped his arm around me from behind and kissed my cheek.“Good morning, Doctor,” I smiled.“Thank you for breakfast,” he said.Ben made our lunch and dinner, and for a rich boy who grew up on a Californian estate with five mansions, cooks, and housekeepers, I didn't expect him to know how to cook. But he did, and it was always good. I, on the other hand, who didn't grow up with such immense wealth, sucked at cooking. So I tried
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