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Relief washed over her, and she settled back against the pillows, closing her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, the words cutting me deep.

How much more could she take before she broke, before her body broke?

The thought gutted me.

Jessa didn’t reply. She didn’t say anything. I walked out of there and took up position on the couch, with a clear view of their room.

If my father came back drunk and horny there was no chance in hell I was letting him anywhere near her.

Not tonight.

I really fucking hoped he found somewhere else to sleep tonight.


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