My heart had been half dead before I’d met Greta. With all the shit I’d lived through since Marcella had been kidnapped and all the horrors I’d witnessed and committed that was the natural course of things. With her it had felt like the black piece of stone in my chest could actually be revived but today whatever good had remained inside of me shriveled and died. “I do.” The word tasted false and for the briefest moment I allowed myself to search for Greta in the crowd. But I didn’t have to search. My gaze was drawn to her as if a magnetic pull connected us, and one look in her kind doe eyes
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