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Daphne’s heart squeezed tightly in her chest that, for a moment, it she could barely breathe. She wasn’t supposed to feel pain at his statement, but pain consumed her. He had no reason to trust her, and her father solidified his hate for her, and so she didn’t blame him that he would think her capable of such an atrocity. It didn’t make it hurt less.

She raised her eyes from the floor and met his.