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Nico’s eyes were glazed with fatigue, red with tears, filled with unbearable anguish. But oh, so blue. So sweetly, beautifully blue I almost didn’t believe what next came out of his mouth. “I killed him. I killed that son of a b***h and then we ran away and I never looked back, not once in all these years.” Frozen, I stared at Nico, my mouth open, my heart a stone inside my chest. A stone that shattered with his next whispered words: “She was my sister.” Only in a storybook does a tale like Nico and Avery’s have a happy ending. He was right: some betrayals you can never escape. Some wounds are far too deep, and far too painful, to heal. Avery’s real name was Amy. She was beautiful from birth, one of those babies people are always saying should be in commercials, gurgling happy and pic
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