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I went closer, sat on the edge of the bed and brought my hand to her hair, gently removing some strands from her face.

It was hard to stare at her as all I could see was her in pain. Her tortured cry was very much clear in my head; how she begged the asshole to stop hurting her.

Oh, Maeve. I always thought my kids were my weaknesses. I thought they'd be the only ones to make me lose