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*For a long moment, Jane couldn't move. She couldn't breathe. The warmth of Liana's small body against hers, the unearned, unconditional comfort of it, was a searing brand on her conscience. It burned away the last of her self-justifications, leaving only the raw, ugly truth exposed.* *Slowly, trembling, she lifted her own arms and wrapped them around Liana, returning the hug with desperate, grateful care. She buried her face in the girl's hair, inhaling the scent of soap and the faint, lingeri