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... d to her belly.
"I was someone’s wife," she said. The broken quality of the past tense. That devastating past tense of it — not ’I am’ but ’I was.’ The word that had happened when she wasn’t looking.
He was watching her.
The level, attending quality of it — not defending, not moving, not explaining. Just watching with the eyes of someone who was letting a thing land because it had the right to land.
"Leave me alone," she said.
"Meera —"
"I HATE YOU ...
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