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Guarded Emotions

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The scent of antiseptic still lingered in Jenna’s memory.

Even now, standing at the glass entrance of J&J’s temporary headquarters, she could almost hear the steady rhythm of hospital monitors… the faint, fragile sound that had followed Rex’s breathing the night he collapsed in her arms.

She had not stayed long.

She had not allowed herself to.

Because staying meant feeling.

And feeling, right now, was a liability.

So she stepped forward.

Back into war.

The moment Jenna entered the buildin
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