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Chapter 17
Elijah's Point of View I’m still standing at the checkout counter, my hands stiff at my sides, my chest burning from where I just held Colton. The warmth lingers like a ghost of the moment, but Kathryn is gone now, storming out with him before I could say anything. Her words echo in my head, sharp, urgent. "We can’t talk here." What does that even mean? My mind scrambles to piece it together, but nothing makes sense. I shake my head, like that might somehow knock everything into place. It doesn’t. The cashier clears her throat behind the register, and I blink, suddenly aware of where I am. I turn sharply, reaching for a basket, the plastic handle cold and rigid in my grip. Right. I came here for a reason. Dinner. I force my legs to move, pushing down the strange, twisting feeling in my
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