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Room to Breathe

Auteur: E.O Verse
last update Date de publication: 2026-10-24 05:06:04

Kimmy’s POV

When I opened my eyes. The bedroom was quiet, with little light coming in.

Thaddeus was fast asleep beside me, lying flat on his back. One of his heavy arms rested on the mattress right next to my hip. His breathing was calm and steady. The strong painkillers he took before sleeping were still doing their job, keeping him knocked out cold.

I pulled the blanket back as quietly as I could and slipped out of bed, careful not to let the bed frame creak.

I walked down the corridor to the
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