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Sara
I thought I did a good job fixing my smeared mascara before leaving the clinic, but as soon as I step outside and lay eyes on Peter’s tall, broad-shouldered figure, the smile on his hard face disappears.
“What’s wrong?” he asks sharply, stepping forward to grip my hands. “Did someone hurt you?”
I attempt a smile. “No, of course not. Everything’s fine.”
His eyes narrow dangerously. “Don’t lie. You’ve been crying.” His gaze drops to my bare left hand. “Where is your ring?”
“I… didn’t want to have to explain.” Despite my best efforts, my voice is overly thick, and I see his expression darken further.
“Did someone say something?” he demands, and I shake my head, pulling my hands out of his grip and taking half a step back.
“No, it’s nothing like that.” I glance around us, but t
