Page 99 of Haze of Obedience
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"Zoe—"
"Thanks for stopping. It meant a lot to me to save it."
"Of course. You have a good eye to have seen it."
"It would be a shame to have something so beautiful destroyed from filth," she quietly says.
I lean down and kiss her head. She slowly looks up. "The thing about true beauty is that filth can't destroy it. When the dirt washes away, it shines even with scars, and becomes much brighter."
She blinks hard, takes a deep breath, then looks forward.
I kiss her head again and continue to Omoa, wondering how I’m going to ever get her to see that even with her scars, she’s still the brightest, most exquisite woman alive.
