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Epilogue 8

Author: E L Simon
last update publish date: 2025-10-29 21:00:18

Milo didn’t realize he’d stopped breathing until Ethan spoke again. The sound of his name, soft and reverent, snapped him back into the moment. He looked down at the ring, then up at Ethan. His eyes dark with emotion, his shoulders tense like he was holding his entire world together by a thread.

Milo’s throat felt thick. The small velvet box between them glimmered faintly in the low light. It was surreal, impossible, that Ethan Doyle, the man he’d idolized, fought beside, and fallen so complete
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