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~ATTICUS~ I wanted to speak with Anya before I talked to anyone else. I trusted her with my life, and I wanted to believe that she would be honest with me if I gave her a chance to explain. I knew there had to be a reason she pretended that we were still together even though she knew I was married to Autumn. Her eyes brighten when she spots me near the park where I told her to meet me earlier. I watched as she ran to me and threw herself into my arms. I stiffened, not sure what to do now that I knew who Autumn was to me. This felt wrong. Holding Anya felt like I was making a big mistake. "I'm so happy that you came to see me today," She said as she hugged me tightly. "I couldn't sleep last night. It was hard for me, Atticus; you have no idea how traumatized I've been. I'm still sh