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Luke waited for the heaving in Agathe’s shoulders to subside, her face swollen and marked from more tears than he’d witnessed from anyone in a long time. Not since the war zones. Not since the aftermath of rebel bombings. Not since fathers digging graves and mothers crying over the limp bodies of their babies. He’d seen it all. The consequences of war etched on his brain. But even those scenes differed from this. They didn’t involve someone he was quite possibly falling in love with.
His heart twisted, and his soul ached for Agathe, for what she’d endured. Holy s**t! Of course, she’d avoided him. Of course, she’d flipped out when Claire had fallen over. He couldn’t erase her devastation. Couldn’t fix the agony she lived through now. The best he could do was offer his support and be wi
