POV ClariceA nervous laugh escaped my throat, tearing it in two."It's just a coincidence," I tried to stop laughing, but couldn't. "I mean, we all have someone who looks like us somewhere in the world."Gabriel stopped brushing my hair for a moment. His hands froze in the air, and I regretted saying that the very next second—worse still, saying it after that long, telling pause between answers.Why hadn't I stayed quiet?Why couldn't I keep my damn mouth shut?"Maybe you're right," his hand went back to gliding through my hair at the same speed my heart was pounding, "but I'd doubt that if I didn't know Charlotte's mother died in childbirth."Damn it! I squeezed my eyes shut. I wanted to disappear, or better yet, make Gabriel disappear. I was stretching the rope, knowing that sooner or later it was going to snap right in my face."Speaking of Charlotte, I told her we got married."I spun around to look at him, impatient. My feelings were raw; a mix of fear, doubt, and indignation al
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