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She’d only allowed herself to see the shadows.
Zeke had been terribly cruel and wrong to say what he’d said about her mother, but he’d also been… partially right.
A movement sounded in the aisle near the exit, and seeing a tall, masculine shadow move toward her; recognition lifted her heart.
She raised her hands to her mouth.
“What are you doing here?” She asked.
“Thought I might catch a performance.”
His modulated, aristocratic, arrogant but positively beloved voice carried up to the stage.
Zeke had come looking for her.
