Too Late to Claim Me Again
As he said it, his hand lifted and brushed her hair.
Anna jerked back instantly. Her face turned cold, though a flicker of old hurt flashed beneath it. That touch—once familiar—now only made her recoil.
Without another word, she turned and walked away quickly. She didn’t want to be near Rendy any longer. Every time she saw him, the old wounds she’d tried so hard to seal threatened to reopen.
“The perfect picture,” Agnes murmured, eyes gleaming as she stared at her phone.
Someone had just sent her a photo—Anna and Rendy in the hallway, captured at the exact moment Rendy’s hand touched Anna’s head. From the angle, it looked intimate… tender, even.
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