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“How do you know Lucy? Who the hell is Tiffany?” Tristan asked.

“Uh… I— I… she… uhm…” why on Earth was I stuttering?

“Please speak to me.” He shoved the box aside to move closer to me, holding my hands that began to vibrate.

“Tristan, I— I don’t… really… wh—”

“Hazel,” he called with his te...