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“You must go,” Jeremiah said…even though he could feel pieces of his heart breaking away as soon as he uttered the words.
Lorena sat next to him, her face pale but composed. “Do you really think that’s necessary? After all, I have thought it over, and I do believe it was only an accident. I will have to speak to my shoemaker when I return to New York.”
While he could not fault her for thinking that way, for trying to make it seem like an innocent incident, he knew he could not allow her to follow that line of argument. “It was not an accident. It was only the beginning. Believe me, the curse does not give up. Your only hope is to get far away from me.”
“All the way to San Francisco, I assume.”
“Yes, I believe that will be safe enough.” He took her hands in his and held them tightly
