We need to talk.
Maggie’s POV Archie’s little speech left me speechless. I was so convinced about his guilt that I never even doubted my father’s words. He had prohibited me to meet Archie again and to convince me of his better judgement he had told me stories. How stupid of me? I was still confused that I didn’t notice Archie stepping closer to me and cup my face with his now wrinkled hands. I had a flashback of the first time he cupped my face. I saw his eyes looking into mine and never leaving them, waiting for a sign, something to give him consent. I felt the same lump in my throat and the same set of butterflies gathering inside me. What should I do? “Let’s go have a cup of tea or something, Maggie. Give me a chance to explain myself and then you decide. Give us a chance,” he said in his soft voic
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