HarpGrand

What are norms? What are boundaries for? Is there a line between friendship with many forms? And if it wasn't meant to be crossed, what is it for?

Zeanne and Craige's friendship grew from secrets they unintentionally shared, blossoming into a cherished camaraderie tinged with hues of affection. Yet, the past haunts them like a thief in the night, and it's not enough for only one to stand and fight. It's a war with many losing battles, needing to be fought with all or nothing.

Can she free herself from the past someday? Can he continue fighting without letting go? For if they fold their cards and never play, The World Will Never Know...

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This is a work of fiction. The characters, places, events, and incidents portrayed in this book are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

The World Will Never Know...

"It's nice to meet you, Ms. Lyrae. Craige already briefed me of the situation." A man who was wearing a floral shirt reached out his hand to me and I just stared at it. "I am Zeanne's doctor, Leo Reynaldi."

I continued to stare at his hand. "What do you want me to do with that?"

"Oh. Sorry." he took back his hand with a smile. "Shaking hands is a form of greeting. May I have a seat?"

I looked at the chair by the bed and nodded. "Forgive me if I may have seemed rude."

'Such an intimate gesture for greeting. The world has become a better place.'

"It's fine. It was my mistake for forgetting the customs of your time."

His words made me smile. "Doctors here are not as close-minded as I thought they would be. What an interesting development in just a short time."

He tilted his head and watched me with interest. "When you say a short time, exactly how short?"

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