“I nearly lost you,” he said, the words quiet and devastating. “And then, just as I discovered you weren’t in the coach—that you were alive, I lost you again.” She released him and took a deep breath, stepping away from the words. From their truth. “You sent me away.” He reached for her. “Sophie—” She stepped back. “I told you that I loved you, and you sent me away.” He cursed, running his hands through his hair, “I know. I was wrong. Christ.” “I didn’t wish to marry you,” she said, hating the sadness in her words. The weakness there. “Not like that.” “I know,” he said. “I’m not sure you do,”
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