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Based on the slight crinkles around his eyes and the few fine lines across his forehead, I’d guess he was in his mid- to late thirties.

“Wars are rarely fought alone.”

It was never a good idea to keep your back to a man in this house—you were bound to get stabbed in it.

Numbness meant you didn’t feel anything. Anger was how you dodged the pain when numbness failed to prevent you from feeling it. And detachment, well, that was a result of living your life bouncing around between the two.