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Eighty-One
Empathy is seeing with the eyes of another, listening with the ears of another and feeling with the heart of another.
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“Where are we going?”
That question has been leaving my mouth for more times than I can count. After I’ve visited Kofi and gave him an excuse that Yohan and I would be buying him a toy back in Laguna, I had left him with Irene. The peculiar woman was more than happy to be left alone with the child, even though she looked as if she would rather be anywhere else. My wolf did feel a little mortified that I had to leave the small boy with a woman who probably didn’t have a single ounce of affection in her body. You couldn’t fake a child’s happiness, however. When Kofi smiles at her, I just knew that when it’s only the two of them, she was probably a whole lot sweeter t
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