Foralongmoment,Lusaidnothing.
Thenewshitlikeapunchtothegut.
Reya.Hetriedtorecilethegirlhekhwhathe''''djustheard,butthepiecesdidn''''tfit.Eventhoughshewaslegallyanadult,inhismindshewasstillthatquiet,wide-eyedchildgingtohissleevewhehundershookthewindows.
Alltheseyears,she''''dnevermentionedanyboys.Noschoolcrushes,note-nightphonecalls,nohalf-heartedliesaboutdatingorevenafavoredcelebrity.Iftherehadbeensomeoneinherlife,surelyitwouldn''''thavebeensomeonelikeJulian.
Lukerthantocastjudgmentonthedead.Butinthismoment,logicgavewaytosomethingfarmoreprimal.
Hewasn''''tjustapolicecaptainfaganunfoldingcase.
Hewasamanstrugglingtoacceptthepossibilitythatthegirlhehadsworntoprotectmighthavebeenhurt—used—bysomeonewhoshouldneverhavebeennearherinthefirstpce.
Theragethatroseinhimhadnothingtodowithduty,ahingtodowithlove.
"Anysignsofastruggle?"Luasked.
"ly,"Brianreplied.
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