Lucille rushed straight into the car. The moment the door shut behind her, her composure nearly shattered, and she tipped her head back against the seat.Sunlight poured through the window, harsh and blinding, striking her full in the face. Her mind had gone hazy, and a suffocating pressure weighed on her chest. She despised the feeling.She fought to rein in her emotions and refused to let them drag her under. Long ago, she had sworn she would never waste another second of her life grieving over Gideon.Lucille drew several deep, forceful breaths. Just as she finally managed to steady herself, someone tapped lightly on the car window.She looked up and, through her blurred vision, caught sight of a pair of clear, warm eyes.The next moment, the passenger door opened, and the man climbed in, bringing with him the faint scent of pine and sun-warmed air.Otto's gaze rested gently on her face, unmistakable concern in his eyes. "Are you all right? Sorry. Those clients surrounded me,
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