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Body | She shook her head slowly and took another step back.<br /> <br /> Panic rose in my chest. “Baby, I’m so sorry. I was stupid and wrong. It’s totally my fault.”<br /> <br /> “It’s not only your fault,” she said. “It’s his fault too.”<br /> <br /> I moved closer, desperate to gather her in my arms. To hold her tight against me until this awful feeling went away.<br /> <br /> But she shied away. “I just need to process this. And I need to talk to my dad.”<br /> <br /> She turned and walked out of the room. I hated this. I hated that something I’d done had hurt her. That one glance at an old dress had ripped the wound open again.<br /> <br /> I followed her out to the front room. “Marigold.”<br /> <br /> She put on one of her coats, grabbed her purse, and stepped into a pair of shoes. “I’ll be back in a little while. I need to talk to him in person.”<br /> <br /> “At least let me drive you.”<br /> <br /> “No.” She finally met my eyes. “I need to do this on my own.”<br /> <br /> As I watched her go, it felt like my heart went out the door with her. It was ripped free from my chest and firmly in her possession.<br /> <br /> I just hoped she’d bring it back. |
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