She hid her face behind the veil; her hands trembling
holding onto the lace edges. As he moved his hand towards her face, she
cringed, making a sound like a hurt pup. “It’s ok, it’s just me” he said showing
her the bolt on the door. Thank you, she murmured lifting the veil revealing
scars.
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