Not like Judith
“Jude?” he asked gently, placing a hand on her arm. “You alright?” She stepped back quickly and rubbed her eyes again, this time harder. “I’m fine,” she muttered. “Still waking up, that’s all. My eyes are just being weird.” Bob frowned. That wasn’t the Judith he knew. Something about the ring had shaken her — not confused her, but disturbed her. Deeply.
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