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2026-09-04 12:00:00Chapter 74
Derek’s POV
Marcus noticed the shift in me before I said anything out loud.
We met at the park on a cold afternoon, sitting on the same bench with space between us that felt less like distance and more like respect for the rules still holding the apartment together.
The air had a sharp edge to it. Bare branches moved overhead when the wind passed through.
A few people walked the path with dogs or headphones, but no one stopped ne
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