Hilary WindsorHe wasn’t awake, not fully. Sweat clung to his forehead. His breathing was shallow, frantic. I froze where I knelt down, watching a side of Bennett I’d never seen before. Scared and haunted.“Bennett,” I said softly, reaching for his hand. “It’s okay. You’re safe. It’s me.”His chest rose and fell too fast. He blinked, slowly returning to the room.I squeezed his hand. “You were having a nightmare.”He looked down at our hands like he didn’t know how mine got there. “Right,” he muttered. Then he slid out of bed, brushing past me. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”He walked into the bathroom without looking back.The door clicked shut.And that was it.I didn't know what to think about what happened. Maybe it was better this way.By morning, it was as if it never happened. He was back to dressing in silence, barely speaking, acting like nothing had cracked open in the middle of the night. No explanation. No apology.Just coffee and a tight schedule.A message came in
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