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COLIN
From the first time I met Elise, I knew she was special. I could feel it when she was close. She had an ability to make people around her feel like they were important. I saw it in the eyes of her friends. They loved her, and they protected her.
The more times I saw her, and the more I got to know her, the more I realized she wasn’t just special, she was a survivor. A fighter. Someone who’d seen hell and come back. I didn’t know what happened to her until she said those three words.
He destroyed me.
I saw red. I wanted nothing more than to go find the man she was talking about and rip his arms off and beat him with them. I wanted to show him a fraction of the pain he inflicted on her. I wanted to ruin him.
But he wasn’t the person who mattered. The person who mattered was ma
