e mood shifted. Wesley w
cross the room. He made a show of patting his pockets, his face a m
ng directly on me. "It's a very
side, all concern. "W
But he was the last person I was near." He point
said, my voice low. "I
sley pressed, stepping close
g you search me
ring. Wesley "accidentally" bumped into me, hard. My ba
lattered out, spinning
m went
at me, her eyes filled with disgust and accusation. She
voice shaking with rage. She said
alked away, pulling his support and his money with
d that fu
my face. The slap ech
disgrace,"
There was no trust, no history, not even a flicker
y cheek stinging.
was a police report tying her to a petty thie
me and wrapped her arms around the "victimize
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