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His lips curved into a resigned, mournful smile. “Let’s get you dressed.” He helped me into a dress and panties—there was no way I was putting a bra on my aching ribs—then brushed my hair and packed a bag for each of us. I managed to ease myself down the stairs while Primo carried our bags. Haley joined us on the way down. She had composed herself, but her eyes were still bloodshot and puffy from crying. “Where are we gonna go?” she asked, her gaze fixedly avoiding the place where Naz still lay. “We’re going to New York,” Primo said. “From there, you can go wherever you like.” I wasn’t sure how much Primo knew about Haley’s background, but I had gathered that she didn’t have family she could turn to for help. “I’d be more than happy for you to stay with me until you sort things out,” I off
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