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Silvia Davis POV "I don't want to feel anything. I just don't," I shuddered, recalling the events of that day. The wounds were still raw, and his words, after I had trusted him with my virginity, cut deep. The pain might not have been physical, but the emotional scars ran deep. One decision had led me to leave my mother and everything behind. Even in my quest to uncover the truth about my father's death, I had hoped for peace, only to have it shattered by this man. His face made me sick, not just because he had left me after our encounter, but because it reminded me of those who had shattered my world. I could feel it in my bones. “Why can't you see how much I want you? Why don't you want to feel me? What's wrong with you? Silvia, you were so happy with that guy. What was his name? Oh
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