“No,” she whispered. “Tessa . . .” She took a step back from him, shaking her head. “No, it’s not possible. I would have known—it can’t be possible.” He reached out a hand to her. “Tess—” She had begun to shake violently. “No,” she said again. “No, don’t say it. If you don’t say it, it won’t be true. It can’t be true. It isn’t fair.” “I’m sorry,” he whispered. Her face crumpled, shattered like a dam under too much pressure. She sank to her knees, folding in on herself. Her arms went around her body. She was holding herself tightly, as if she could keep from breaking apart. Will felt a fresh
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