Mia.Hours later the familiar dusty roads of San Malerio came into view, and my stomach twisted. I knew the news about Thorne quitting the priesthood had probably flown through the town like wildfire, but I hadn’t expected the rest of it to spread so fast too—the part where the handsome ex-priest had knocked up one of his old parishioner’s granddaughters. Me.When we pulled into Grandma’s compound, the whispers started immediately. Two women across the street stopped mid-conversation, eyes wide. Grandma’s neighbor, old Mrs. Mary , kept stealing glances our way.My cheeks burned. Thorne must have felt me tense because he reached over and took my hand, squeezing it tight, warm and steady.“Let’s just go in,” he said quietly, voice low and calm. “We’ll have a nice talk with your grandma and leave soon, okay? We don’t have to care about anyone or the gossip. Not anymore. Soon none of this will touch us.”I nodded, but my heart was hammering as he helped me out of the car. His fing
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