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Chapter 7-3
He lay on his stomach beside her, right on the edge of the bed with his face turned toward her. With sleep slackening his features, he looked even younger than he usually did. Despite all the tragedies and traumas in his life, he had somehow managed to maintain a heartening optimism and even a glimmer of innocence. It wasn’t too hard to imagine how a cunning, charismatic psychopath—everything she’d heard about Zach led her to believe he quite likely fit the clinical description of the term—had manipulated him. Gently so as not to wake him, she sat up and let her gaze drift over the puckered scars on the left side of his back. It was only her unwillingness to risk disturbing him that kept her from skimming her fingertips over them. How horrible to not only lose his family like he had but t
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