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Chapter 24 Contrast

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Marion’s POV

I’m curled up on the sofa in our bedroom, dressed in cozy grey pajamas.

I barely remember just lying down like this.

My feet are tucked under a knit blanket, legs folded to one side like a lazy cat.

My phone is balanced against my thigh, screen dimmed from disuse before I tap it awake again.

I’ve fallen into a rabbit hole—one symptom article turned into six, and now I’m in a Reddit thread about survivors who didn’t survive.

The words blur together: brain swelling, decline, progressive, non-operative.

Fuck, could this be any grimmer?

I don’t hear the door open.

Not until there’s a presence. A shadow. A breath of cologne and tension.

He’s standing right beside me, one hand in his pocket, the other clenched at his side.

I lift my head.

“Where the hell have you been?” Jude asks, his voice sharp.

Not angry—just annoyed. Defensive.

His eyes search mine like I owe him something.

I scoff, setting my phone down. “I can ask you the same.”

He stares at me for a second longer b
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