Chapter 17 I'LL MARRY YOU

AVRIELLE’S POV

“I’m sorry, Cillian.”

The silence in the car was stifling, heavy with the scent of my own shame. I stared out the window, watching the familiar streets of Calais blur past, feeling like a stranger in my own skin.

Cillian kept his eyes fixed on the road, his profile rigid.

“It’s...

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