Bea’s stomach writhed at the same time it swooped, which made her tears flow a bit faster. Then she reined everything in and wiped both hands across her eyes and down her face. “I’m sorry.”
“You don’t need to apologize,” Grant said, his voice fringed with kindness. “What can I do for you, Beatrice?”
She took a long, deep breath in and exhaled it out. “For…
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