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The Declaration, Part Two

Auteur: Juno Sparks
last update Date de publication: 2026-05-25 10:26:27

Cruz POV

He said what he said.

He didn't waste time on it. He said it, it was true, it still is true, and he doesn't regret it. The only thing that changed was the official record between them, which needed fixing, so he fixed it and went back to his paperwork.

He slept like a dead man.

He notices this in the morning as he makes the five o'clock coffee alone in the kitchen. The quality of the sleep, the deep rest of a man who finally put down something heavy he'd been carrying for a long time.
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