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She grips my shoulders, squeezing before she pushes me back. I gently lower her to the ground. She searches my face, and I wait, wondering what she can really see in my eyes. Can she see how I feel about her or does she just see the man who hurt her?

“Thanks,” she whispers, biting back a smile.

I choke on a laugh. “Um, you’re welcome?”

Pans clang outside the office, and I wince. Right