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CHAPTER 156

Author: Lin Daniels
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FARRAH

"I'm so sorry, Thomas."

My bodyguard is a lone figure at the grave of his wife.

"Me too." He says softly with his head bowed. "I was so busy with..."

He doesn't complete the sentence, so I take his hand in mine and squeeze his. "It's okay to say it."

"I was so busy protecting others, I didn't take care of my own family." He completes the sentence on a sob.

"You know that's not true." I tell him. "You were looking after all of us. You just didn't think her past would catch up to you."

"But I should have!" He turns guilty eyes to mine where I'm sitting in a wheelchair next to him. "That's what I was trained to do, and I failed my own wife."

He's going to feel guilty for a while, probably forever, so I don't say a word.

Alma's killer was from a religious society who has been following her and Thomas's lives for a while now. They believe that she betrayed her country and her religion. She would have been stoned to death if she was in her own country. The government has tak
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