Maxine sat on the edge of her bed long after midnight, her knees pulled to her chest, staring blankly at the rain sliding down the window.She could still hear the sound. The gunshot. A single crack that had split the evening in half.Before Paris, before that kiss on the balcony, before she had started believing in impossible things again, she had known exactly who Thomas was, a dangerous man who walked hand in hand with death. And she had been careful.But somewhere between Noah laughing in his arms, the late-night phone calls, and the way he looked at her as if she was the most precious thing in his ruined life, she had forgotten.Forgotten that people like Thomas did not get happy endings.Maxine shut her eyes. Her stomach twisted. She pressed a hand against her mouth.She loved him. That was the most frightening realization. Not because she didn't want to. But because she did. So deeply that she had ignored every warning.The thought of losing him made her chest tighten painfully
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