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He never rushed her. Never pushed her. Never tried to force himself into the space where her wounds still lived.
One afternoon, when the street had grown quieter, he said gently, “If I am being too forward, forgive me. But are you married?”
Goi looked away. “I was.”
Emma nodded. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to touch anything painful.”
“It’s all right,” she said quietly.
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