I wiped the tears from my cheeks with the back of my hand and pulled my phone out of my pocket. My fingers were still trembling as I searched for Kian's name and pressed call. I hated Devraj. I hated that arrogant, impossible rascal for making me feel as though everything that had happened was somehow my fault. What was I supposed to have done? I had barely been holding myself together yesterday. I had been breaking too, losing pieces of myself one after another, and yet somehow I was expected to have known that Tara would do something like this.
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