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The Truth
Marcus watched as Ava, whose cheeks were now wet with tears, turned away from him. Panic gripped him in its unforgiving claws, and he knew he would do whatever it took to get her to stay. Marcus hadn’t admitted it to Silas, Ava, his grams, or even to himself, but the past few weeks had been some of the best weeks of his life. And it had everything to do with the woman who was about to turn the handle of his door and walk out of his apartment and possibly out of his life. He couldn’t lose her. “Wait,” he called out before he rushed forward and covered her hand with his own. “Please wait.” Ava spun slowly to face him, and when he saw her damp cheeks and red eyes, Marcus knew that his gran had been right―she was a gift, and he needed to let her in, no matter how hard it would be. “You’r
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