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CHAPTER THIRTY TWO

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Avery’s POV

I barely slept that night.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Rafa's face. The way he looked at me before walking out of that room.

It wasn't the first time I'd seen that kind of look in someone's eyes, but this one felt too real and personal. It scared me more than I wanted to admit.

When the sun rose, I had hardly slept. My body was exhausted, but my mind kept spinning. Every little sound in the house made me alert, every footsteps in the hallway, every door creak. I kept expecting him to come in and say something to break the silence between us, but he didn't.

I could hardly breathe. I wasn't sure if it was guilt or something else sitting in my chest—probably both.

I didn't see Rafa all day, and the night was no different from the day before.

The next day dragged on.

Rafa moved through the house, busy with work, I think. We still weren’t talking much, but it was getting better.

I told myself I didn't care either way, but every time I heard his footsteps in the hallway,
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