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Chapter Twenty. Davina.
Chapter Twenty. Davina. Empathy? Yes, I have experienced it before. I have experienced the type of empathy where you imagine a person’s pain, cry on their behalf, and reinstate with their story. But this is beyond anything I could have imagined. As Mars told me his history, of why he ran away, I physically felt his pain, to the point where I felt like my heart would break apart. The pain was oozing out of his every pour, and invading my emotions with such ferocity, it was almost like his family were my family. The little boy who sacrificed himself to save him was a close relative. I felt every last bit of his survivor’s guilt, and everything within me wanted to reach out and take that pain away from him. The sectarian killings in Ireland were still a thing, although I thought the republ
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