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CHAPTER 13
Lombard's POV As Thomas's eyes met mine, I couldn't help but feel the tension in the room. It was as if the air itself carried the weight of the conversation. "Lombard, something terrible happened yesterday," Thomas began, his voice heavy with gravity. I leaned forward, my curiosity piqued. "What happened?" Thomas's features tightened, and he recounted the night's events in a somber tone. "Smith, he..." Thomas paused as if searching for the right words. "He forced himself on Annabel." The revelation hit me like a punch to the gut. The unease in my heart swelled, and I couldn't help but feel a profound sense of sympathy for Annabel, who had already endured her fair share of hardship. I couldn't understand why Smith would resort to such actions. "But why, Thomas?" I asked, struggling to
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