I shift, reaching out and turning her to face me with a finger under her chin. Her eyes fill with tears, and the rage that was attempting to break through the surface just moments ago melts away, only to be replaced by the overwhelming need to fix whatever has her feeling this way. “Talk to me, Dimes. What was that?” I ask softly. We haven’t known each other that long, but I hope she knows she can trust me. She takes a breath, her plump lower lip trembling for just a moment before she pulls it between her teeth. I wait patiently for her to collect herself, until finally, she speaks. “It’s my
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