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chapter 35: The love confession

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Everyone else went to bed early. Exhaustion finally winning.

Sienna with Sofia in the nursery. Dante keeping watch outside her door.

Rachel in the guest room. Already asleep when I'd passed by.

Victor in his room. Coughing. The cancer getting worse.

Just Marcus and me remained. On the porch. Stars overhead. Cold air biting.

"You should go inside," he said. "It's freezing."

"I like the cold. Makes me feel awake. Real."

He moved closer. Not touching. Just present.

"How are you? Really?"

"I don't
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