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"Are you okay? "Flynn asked as soon as I got into his car. "It looks like you've been crying.”

I had not shed a tear even before he met me in the middle of the avenue, because my pride never allowed me to truly cry without first feeling the pain involving my entire heart. By the way, if this happened in front of someone, it would probably be a trick to move. I hadn't even started my theater, and Flynn was already my spectator. When I settled in the passenger seat and he left with the car, I took advantage of the fact that his attention turned to the streets and I sniffed loudly, like someone who was really crying for a long time.

"I heard something terrible and I don't know how to deal with it," I replied, taking a hand to my eyes to ward off a ghost tear. Flynn observed the gesture, again turning his eyes to the illuminated road. " But I can't tell anyone, and the guilt is killing me.”

"You have a good heart, Tasha," he said, so sure that I had to hold back my laugh. "That's why it a
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