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Cara's P.O.V.

"You're leaving," I hear Dominic repeat beside me, his voice not nearly as strained as our bond was becoming.

A soft buzzing starts in my ears, a taunting hum that reminded me of my past mishaps. I tighten my hold on Dominic's knee, trying to secure myself to his unwavering presence but even that didn't stop the anxiety that grew by the second. It carried on while I stared blankly at my son who sat opposite us, my heart racing with the kind of raw panic that should have never had
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