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Chapter 28

Author: Julia Davis
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-03-25 19:29:01
I forced a small smile, sitting up and pulling the sheets around me like they could protect me from the weight of his words.

“Gerrard, I...” I hesitated, searching for the right words. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

He frowned, his concern was clear. “Why not?”

I looked away, suddenly more interested in the patterns on the duvet than in his piercing gaze. “I just… I have a lot of bad memories there,” I admitted in a quiet voice. “It’s not a place I want to go back to. Not yet.” I met his gaze. "I'm not ready."

His fingers brushed against my arm in a gentle reassurance. “I understand,” he said softly, though I could hear a hint of sadness. “I won’t push. But if you ever change your mind… I’d love to see the place that made you who you are.”

I held him hand. "Gerrard, It's been so long I went there. It's hard to face my past."

He looked at me, his gaze deep and serious. “Lily, I know it’s hard, but you need to face your fears. You need to go back there and feel something
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