“Not a crime?”“Baby —”“Don't fucking call me that, you bastard!” I narrowed my eyes. “Who knows what hideous things you've fucking done behind my back?” He gulped. “I don't —”“Ray?” I asked, recalling what happened yesterday at the mall. “What did you do to him? You hurt him, didn't you?”Stein's face crumpled. “No. God, no, I would never—”"He ran from you, Stein. He looked at you like you were death itself. You did something to him that night, something that made him leave the house without a word." "I didn't —" “Liar!” I shoved him, and he stumbled back into the bed. “You're a liar! Everything about you is a lie! Your love, your past, our meeting—none of it was real!”“It was real!” He scrambled up, grabbing my wrists again, and I fought him. I twisted and pulled, but he was stronger. He pushed me back until he pinned me against the wall of photographs. “What I feel for you is real! What we have is real!”“We had nothing!” I head-butted him, and he reeled back in pain, clutch
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