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Present AS I WATCHED TORIN LEAVE THE APARTMENT, I WAS CONSUMED WITH SELFhatred. I saw my opportunity to right my wrongs, and I seized it. Leaving Torin would be better for him in the end—he and his family would be safer that way—but it shredded me all the same. I’d never forget the look of unmitigated pain that flashed in his eyes before a chilling emptiness took over. It had almost been too much. I’d been seconds away from dropping to my knees and begging his forgiveness. Two blistering heartbeats from throwing my arms around him and assuring him it had all been a show. But I’d held strong, and I’d never been more equally proud and ashamed of myself at the same time. Remorse thick as cooling tar blackened my conscience. If it had been the right thing to do, why did I feel so wretched?
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