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When Esme was behind her closed door, all the memories she repressed flooded her brain. She’d had this happen before, when she was barely ten days old in this new life. Edward made a motion she mistook for a violent gesture; he was only going to brush the hair from her eyes but she was still frightened of men. She thought he would strike her. Hearing about Bella . . . it was a different type of trigger.
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