"I have to ask, Ingrid, why don’t you have a pack?" Aiden’s voice breaks the silence as I push open the motel room door.I step inside and immediately start packing my few belongings into the worn duffel bag I arrived with.Out of the corner of my eye, I see Aiden watching me, waiting for an answer."Mmmh." He clears his throat loudly.I clench my fists, my nails digging into my palms."It’s a long story," I begin, my voice low, hoping that will be enough to dismiss him, but he doesn’t take the hint. "We have time," he counters, already making himself comfortable on the bed. "I’d love to hear it."I hesitate for a long moment before finally joining him on the edge of the bed."If I tell you, you might not want to help me anymore," I mutter, my gaze fixed on the floor, shame curling in my stomach.Aiden tilts his head, his expression soft but unreadable. "I don’t think I could do that, Ingrid," he responds, placing a firm but reassuring hand on my shoulder.Something about his presenc
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