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RONAN

For three months, I'd been blinded by the truth.

And even now, it was staring at me right in the face, yet I was too hopeful to believe it.

Why was she stuttering? Why was she crying so hard? Talking about not existing and all?

Only guilty people act this way. And I'd be doomed if Maeve was guilty—even though I brought her in here 'cause I suspected it.

Minutes rolled by. Staring at me