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Chapter Forty-Eight: Face of An Angel
Renee I wasn’t that hungry. But I was curious about the woman that Josiah Salvador had brought home from the hospital, the woman who was now occupying my sister’s room. I had seen her now and then in the ward while visiting Olivia, but I hadn’t paid much attention. I couldn’t help but pay attention now. Avalon Starr had the face of an angel. Even though she was wearing an orange Old Orchard Beach t-shirt and a pair of gray drawstring yoga pants, it was easy to see she had a smoking hot body too. She wasn’t even wearing a bra, so the tight-fitting t-shirt was practically indecent. She shuffled into the dining room looking so sad and vulnerable, I found myself wanting to comfort her. If Olivia had been here, she would have said she was rocking the “damsel in distress vibe.” I felt
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