“You are not weak,” he growled. “Fuck, Nora. You are the strongest person I know. The shit you’ve been through?” He shook his head. “Fucking hate that you had to live that, baby. That mother of yours has a lot to answer for.” His eyes became murderous at the mention of my mother. “A fucking lot. And she’ll answer for those sins eventually because karma is real. The life you’ve given yourself proves that. It wasn’t some unseen entity that created it. You built it. Literally. You built a life with your bare fucking hands.” He lifted our intertwined hands to his mouth and kissed my fingers. “You
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