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Chapter 14- Close Mark

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last update Date de publication: 2026-11-08 15:26:21

Noah’s ribs still hurt when he breathed too deep, but the worst of the bruising had faded to ugly yellow-green. The shoulder was in a sling most days. Cabin fever had set in hard.

Elvis came back from the parts run just after dark, rain in his hair, a paper bag of takeout in one hand. He stopped in the doorway when he saw Noah standing at the window without the sling.

“You’re supposed to be resting that,” Elvis said.

“I’m supposed to be a lot of things.” Noah didn’t turn around. “None of them s
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    Noah’s ribs still hurt when he breathed too deep, but the worst of the bruising had faded to ugly yellow-green. The shoulder was in a sling most days. Cabin fever had set in hard.Elvis came back from the parts run just after dark, rain in his hair, a paper bag of takeout in one hand. He stopped in the doorway when he saw Noah standing at the window without the sling.“You’re supposed to be resting that,” Elvis said.“I’m supposed to be a lot of things.” Noah didn’t turn around. “None of them stuck.”Elvis set the food down and crossed the room. He stopped behind Noah, close but not touching yet. The rain streaked the glass. Neon from the closed shop below painted weak color across the floor.“Talk to me,” Elvis said quietly.Noah’s reflection looked tired. “I keep waiting to regret it. Leaving. Choosing this. Choosing you. The regret doesn’t come. Instead I just… miss the version of me that knew how to be careful.”Elvis’s hands settled on his waist, gentle because of the ribs. “Care

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