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“She knew I loved her. Didn’t she?” I choked brokenly.

My words scratched their paths out of my throat leaving my insides raw and tired.

“Of course, she did,” he answered without hesitation and in a tone of truth only he could muster.

“Then, I can stop crying?” I whispered again on the shaking verge of sobbing.

He said nothing and held my hand more tightly.