His Wedding, Her Secret Grave

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, its crispness an insult. She folded

from Liam's bedroo

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ted a knife in Maya's me

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arrow bed, stari

breathed with the desert, not against it. She remembered the specific curve of

, hot and silent,

ardened. She would endure. She would find her moment.

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to talk about, Sarah. You do

"I've loved Liam for years. Since college. You had him, and you thre

t. He barely ate, barely slept. Veridi

. She'd lived it from afar, po

voice gaining strength. "I helped him rebuil

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r, her voice dropping to

to save his life... I was the one who was a match. I was the one who donated. He doesn't know

his suffering she hadn't known, a secret Sarah had weaponized. Her own hazy memories of a hos

n her lips. "He's mine now, Maya. He owe

n. My birthday is next week. And I want Liam. That'

h, at the desperate

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ened, but it didn

sharp. "You need to make sure he completely for

er arm, her eyes wide with a strange, theatrical pain. Then, with a sudden, violent movem

ck echoed in th