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Harlan’s heart sank, the weight of unspoken implications heavy in the air.

Concealing was no longer an option for Mavis, her gaze falling to the floor in acknowledgment.

Harlan understood that her silence held the truth.

“Regarding Derek’s injury, you sought out Bruce in an attempt to exonerate yourself. The plan was to bring him to us and prove your loyalty. But things took a different turn. Bruce ended up shooting you instead. Is that what transpired, Mavis?”

Harlan’s deduction pinpointed the origin of the gunshot wound.

His words struck a chord within Mavis, a poignant pang in her chest.

Guns had been an alien concept in her world until her first encounter with Harlan. Never had she fathomed she’d bear a gunshot wound.

pride, pampered with an array of skincare products. Even a mere hint

this unsightly wound now marked her flesh, a

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landed on her pristine trousers,

it with her hand. Crying seemed like a

a twinge deep within, a sensation akin to a blade’s thrust. The unfamiliar pain seemed to

extended his hand, a gesture to offer solace to Mavis’ shoulder. But hesitation held him captive-partly due to the wound

announced, her head raised as if to erase the gravity of the

voice stiff, the weight of his thoughts left

their meal, Harlan excused himself, citing an impending matter. Taking the initiative, he settled the

sensed that Mavis was consistently lost in thought. She harbored concerns

of his car, Harlan observed the restaurant. In his absence, Mavis noticeably unwound, engaging in a relaxed conversation with the waiter