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I start to laugh. I’m no longer going to protect anyone from the accusation I’m about to drop.

“He told you we had sex, didn’t he? Seven years ago, he told you that I came on to him, and we had sex, and you believed him.”

All colour starts to wash from his face.

I know this matter is only worsened by the fact that Alistair is yet to reappear.

“That’s right, isn’t it?”

Beckett gives the slightest of head nods.

Ah, finally. It seems like we’re getting somewhere.

“When we slept together… was this before or after my abortion?”

And just like that, I watch Beckett’s world crumble.

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