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It took a while to process what he said, but eventually, Violet began to feel a hint calmer. She studied his face for a while, confirming his statement. It was uncanny how much he resembled the man, though she didn’t know his name. Dexter was safe. She nodded, gathering composure. “Dexter. Right.” While she felt a lot safer within a moments notice, it didn’t mean she wanted to do any explaining at the moment, or ever, if it were possible. Why she was back in Halifax, why she reacted the way she did. “I’m – I hate grocery stores,” She said, forcing a small laugh.
Dexter stared at her, his mind racing. What was going on? Why didn’t she recognize him? Also, where the hell had she been and how long had she been back? He really had no clue what was going on, even when she figured out it was actually him who was standing in front of her. “Are you okay?”










