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he steering wheel. I braced myself for the verbal assault I knew was coming. J

a young woman, slender and pale, her blonde hair plastered to her fac

ed, his voice ch

me, his face

anded, his voice c

rrential rain. The heavy drops instantly soaked through my thin dre

towards the shivering figure. He shielded her from the rain, his arm going around

, his voice soft, almost tender. He led her to

bia student. The woman whose hair I found in his car. Th

e huddled under a small

ed, her voice light. "That l

his voice laced with affection. "B

ot matching ones when we were young, foolish, and deeply in love. He kept his covered, but I always felt mine, a constant reminder of a love that ha

cent graduate with bright eyes and an eagerness to please. I walked into his office, a surprise visit w

e closed the door, shutting me out. He drove away, leaving me alone on th