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149. Family

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Lexie's POV:

Jonas looked at me like I’d sprouted horns out of my head. His eyes widened, disbelieving, as if I’d just confessed to seeing ghosts.

“What?” he asked slowly. “You knew I was lying?”

I shook my head, my voice quiet but firm. “No. I just know Paul is alive.”

My hand instinctively went to my belly. There was something unexplainable tying all of this together. The ache in my chest. The dreams. The gut feeling that throbbed with each heartbeat. Paul was alive. I didn’t need proof. I felt him.

Jonas looked like he wanted to laugh, or maybe scream. “Lexie, that’s not—”

“If you don’t know where he is,” I cut in, my voice gaining strength, “then it just means I need to try harder to find him.”

I began to swing my legs off the bed, ignoring the dull ache in my lower back and the IV tugging at my skin. My feet touched the cold tile floor. I winced, but pushed myself up.

I didn’t get far.

Jonas moved quickly, his hand clamping gently but firmly on my shoulder, stopping me mid-motion
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