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She touches my arm and I know not to take that for granted. Cecily is the type who has her emotions in a vault, so the fact that she’s offering me any type of consolation is a big deal in and of its own. “I know the pain must still be raw, but it’ll get better with time, Glyn. I promise.” I stare dumbfounded for a beat, and then I realize she’s talking about Dev. That should’ve been my first thought, too, but right now? When I felt a shadow following me? That definitely wasn’t on my mind. “Thanks, Ces.” I rub her arm back, grateful to have her. She’s a year older than Ava and me and the most serious out of all of us, but she’s also the most motherly. Probably why she chose to study psychology in the first place. If I tell her about the other night, she’ll listen and won’t judge me. But that means I’ll have to tell her why I was there in the first place, and that’s just not going to happen. Not in this lifetime. A small smile lifts her lips. “Let’s go save the poor soul from Ava.” “How