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I was still reeling from Seth’s visit. Normally, sitting on our front porch swing, looking out over the water, and drinking hot tea relaxed me, but it was doing nothing to calm my frazzled nerves tonight. I wasn’t even that surprised when the sleek, black Porsche eased into our driveway.
When Sam reached the porch, I saw his black eye. His brother had given him a serious shiner. It was already turning purple and looked extremely painful. It made me wince just looking at it. Seeing my reaction, he tried to play it down. “It’s not as bad as it looks.” He paused before adding, “I deserved much worse.”
He looked like he felt as guilty as I did, and it made me feel dreadful, knowing that I had caused all of this turmoil. He sat down beside me on the swing, but made no attempt to touch me.
