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CHAPTER SIXTY THREE

Roma pov

I notice Enya looking at me as she hangs on the wall. I feel bad for the kid; she's not as bad as everyone thinks. It's just that her life wasn't really in her hands. Decisions were made for her, and choices were taken without her being around. I've always believed that there is more to a person than meets the eye. This kid is just another example of how right I have been all along. She may think I'm asleep, that I didn't hear the exchange of words between her and my son, but I heard it all. Every word that passed her and Vincent's lips. It's a shame that the two of them found each other only to let everything and everyone get in their way. I'll never understand young people. Ever.

I watch her as she takes one look at me and immediately turns her face away. She looks rough, beaten to a pulp, and still breathing. It's not long after my son leaves

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