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Kate rushed to his side. The bruise on his cheeks had started healing but was still visible. Denzel smiled when he saw her.
“What happened?” she asked.
Denzel tried to sit up. Kate helped him. “It’s nothing serious.”
“Nothing serious?” She stroked his cheeks. He winced. Kate frowned. “You have to tell me what happened?”
“I called…you didn’t pick, Kate. You didn’t respond to my voicemail
