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~ 70

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~ 70 ~

~ Mia ~

The weekend turned out to be the best two days I had spent in East Lake since my return.

Nick woke up before the sun. When I walked into the kitchen, he was already sitting at the counter, wearing an oversized white lab coat that hung down past his knees. The sleeves were rolled up three times so his hands could actually poke out.

"Good morning, Dr. Quinn," Nick announced brightly, holding up a small stack of sticky notes. "I'm ready for laboratory duty."

I couldn't help the smal
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  • The Ex-Luna's Return: No Longer His Doormat   ~ 159

    ~ 159 ~~ Darian ~The birthday celebration was behind us, the lights of the grand mountain lodge finally extinguished, and the heavy morning mist was rolling back down over the northern peaks. I prepared to do the one thing Mia had demanded of me: leave.The preparations were their own quiet, agonizing form of grief. Packing up the East Lake delegation in the gray dawn light felt less like breaking camp and more like being exiled all over again. Every reminded me of the insurmountable walls I had built around myself.The hardest part, by far, was saying goodbye to Nick.He had found me by the fleet vehicles just as the final crates were being loaded into the rear compartments. He stood there with his hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets, his young face tight with a bitter, disappointed set that mirrored his mother's."You're really leaving already?" Nick asked, his voice low and sharp with frustration. "You just got here.""I have to, bud," I replied softly, kneeling down on the

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