Yelena and I had been together for five years, and I had never even wanted to hurt her. If she so much as scraped a finger, I would worry about her.But now, looking at her like this, I felt nothing.No. Even if I had seen a stranger beaten this badly, I would've felt sorry for them. But when it came to Yelena, I felt no sympathy at all."Hank. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She sobbed my name as if she were completely overcome with grief.I didn't know how long Yelena stayed like that. Just when I thought she might never move again, she suddenly got up.She went into the bedroom and opened the window.Then she climbed onto the table, stepped through the window, and jumped.Fortunately, it was only the second floor, and a ledge below broke her fall. She made it downstairs without trouble.What was she doing?I followed her and watched as she bought a new phone. Then she printed a memorial photo of me and took some chemicals from a lab.Carrying everything, Yelena walked toward the
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