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Edie looked at the man across the booth and wasn’t sure if she was going to laugh, cry, or admit the truth. Maybe all three.
“Talk to me, Edie. What happened?”
Her throat burned. From holding back her tears and the hand that cut off all her air a few hours earlier. When she left that alley, the only place she wanted to be was in the corner booth at Bob’s Diner. She felt safe there. No one wanted anything from her there. She was nobody there.
But as soon as she sat down, she knew why she went there. She was hoping Pryce would show up.
“Are you okay?” Pryce asked, his voice softer, gentler.
Edie nodded, the move jerky and stilted. She wasn’t okay, and they both knew it, but she wasn’t so not-okay that he needed to do something about it. Or could.
Telling him everything would not hap
