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“You’re a bastard,” she said, her voice low but not so low that I didn’t hear it

I said nothing, barely able to containaway fro in my chest, my throat constricted

I was a bastard by any definition of the ter idiot I was to come here How ht I would get there early and miss the memorial, as it was scheduled for eleven o’clock I never expected them to arrive earlier…

I drove off,she threw at me I should have stayed and taken it like a man I would have if I could have told her the truth, but that would make it all even worse

CHAPTER NINTEEN

Miranda

Beckett?

What was he doing there? He turned and began walking away briskly, and I realized he was going to leave without saying anything I couldn’t let hi inside of me

“Where are you going?” Jeanne called out to me as I ran behind Beckett

I reached his side and he turned around to face me, his face flushed, his brow furrowed He wore his unifor

“You knew,” I said and hit his shoulder, angry and confused, wanting to hurt hiht “You knew all along who I was”

He held his hands up defensively “I did,” he said When I stopped hitting, he took hold of my shoulders “I’m sorry”

I couldn’t understand Did he think saying sorry was all it would take?

“Sorry isn’t good enough,” I said and stepped aiping o and we stood there, a foot apart, not looking at each other in the eye

“Why did you do it?” I asked, barely able to speak “Was getting laid so i that I wrote those letters? Why didn’t you just give the until after you seduced me?”