RAMONThe morning light slipped through the curtains, painting soft lines across the sheets. I lay still for a moment, eyes fixed on the ceiling, heart oddly calm. The soft rhythm of Phoebe’s breathing beside me grounded me. Safe. For now.I turned my head, watching her sleep. Her hair was messy from the night before, one arm flung carelessly across the bed. She looked peaceful, and for a second, I let myself believe that maybe all of this would pass soon. Maybe we’d get through it.I reached out and brushed my fingers gently over her cheek. She stirred but didn’t wake."I love you," I whispered, even though she couldn’t hear it.I got up quietly, showered, and dressed, careful not to wake her. I left a note on her nightstand just in case she woke up before I got back. Then I slipped out of the room.Mr. Damien and Stephen were already outside. Mr. Damien was sipping coffee, arms crossed as he leaned against the railing. Stephen was pacing slightly, a map rolled out on the hood of the
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