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But then Caroline opened her eyes and saw me standing in the doorway. Her face shifted in a split second from lust to pure horror. Jackson followed her gaze, and when he saw me, he froze.
It was the chains of the submissive and trusting woman I had been until then. I did not scream. I did not cry.
I did not collapse like they probably expected. A strange, almost supernatural calm took possession of me. It was as if I had stepped out of my own body and was watching the scene from above, completely detached from the emotions I was supposed to feel.
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