"Why aren't you saying anything? Do you agree with what I said?" Dustin's final glimmer of hope disappeared along with Dahlia's silence. He'd given her a chance to explain herself, but she didn't give him the answer he wanted.

"I'm sorry. I have my reasons." Dahlia felt her heart bleeding, and breathing became difficult.

"Reasons?" Dustin sneered. "What could make you sell your body? What could stop you from explaining things to me?"

"I'm sorry … I'm sorry …" Dahlia sobbed, anguished.

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