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Kandy Martin

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Will ran into the room just as I was tugging my shirt down, hair still wet from the shower. Before I could roll my eyes, he spun me around like I was some porcelain doll.

"Are you ok? I heard what happened to you from Tammy and stopped someone from jumping."

Fuck. Tammy needed to learn to shut her mouth. I wasn't about to feed into Will's panic, so I just said, "Yeah."

"Could you think about yourself first a bit more?" His voice cracked. "Other people can do the rescue—don't put yourself in harm's way."

"The water isn't the problem here, it's Casey," I muttered.

"No matter who it is, even if it's me, you can't just jump into a situation without thinking. If something happens to you, what do you want me to do?" he asked, his brows pulled tight.

"Well, I can't just stand by and watch someone die." I scoffed, waving it off—until I caught him sniff. Really sniff. His eyes were puffy, his jaw trembling like he'd been barely holding himself together.

My stomach twisted. "Were you cry
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