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All Giulianna wanted was to curl up on herself and let sleep take her away from the harshness of reality, but Hugh was waiting for her by her bedroom door.
Wary, she bent her head and whispered, “Not now, Hugh.”
“You know he is lying, right?” Hugh blocked Giulianna from entering her room with a straight arm.
“Oh, yes,” she sniffled. “The question is: what is he not lying about?”
“Giulianna, you know this is the only thing he’s ever lied about.” Hugh put a hand on her shoulder. “He has never stopped loving you.”
She laughed brokenly and wiped her face with her sleeve before she faced him. “Well, he has a strange way of showing it.”
“As strange as it can seem, as much as you may be hurting—”
“May?” She advanced on him trembling in anger, her voice rising. “I am not hurting a littl
