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29. Euphoria
Joon walked with me in his arms to their other car. Just before he wanted to enter David stopped him.
"Honey can you put her down for a second," David asked.
Joon put me back on my feet and then David took my head in his hand. He cupped my face and asked, "Who did this to you sweetheart?" He traced his fingers over my bruised jaw. I winced a bit.
When I didn't answer Joon asked again what happened. I sighed, feeling the pain in my body again. When I just saw them the pain had vanished for a short moment but now it came all back.
I looked down and whispered, "My father."
"Oh Fleur, I'm so sorry," David said. He cupped his hands again around my face and gave me with the greatest care a kiss on my forehead. Tears escaped my eyes and I started to cry. Joon took me in the car and laid me down on his lap. He comforted me during the whole ride until we were home.
He carried me into the house and headed to their r
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