We Have to Look Loving(Maren's POV)

I stared at the message and my fingers clenched.

Regret?

I laughed to myself. There was no chance of that.

I deleted the message and went back to making dinner—but for some reason that sentence was like a splinter lodged in me, and I couldn't pull it out.

An hour later, dinner was on the table.

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