“Don’t get me wrong.” Daphne’s head tilted to one side, her unblinking eyes still on Vera, until her ear nearly touched her shoulder. “I loved you. I’ll always love you. But I hated you too, at least for a time.” There it was, and it struck Vera like a quick, brutal kiss on the mouth. I hated you. “I think I had to,” Daphne continued in that same low, rolling rhythm, her neck still folded at that impossible angle. “Is one possible without the other? I think you have to know someone in order to truly love them, and you have to love someone in order to really hate them. There’s the thin hate we
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