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“Can you blame me?” I search his face, looking for answers, trying to figure out what I mean to him. “I almost died.”

Those words seem to hit him too hard, because he closes his eyes for a beat. What is he thinking? Is he feeling sorry for the poor girl whose boyfriend beat the shit out of her? “Can you remember any part of that night?”

I shake my head, not wanting to say more.

I was right