Alessandra’s POV“I’m sorry.”The words hung between us like a whisper too heavy for the air.I blinked at her, my mouth parting, but no sound came out. Alex never apologized. Not once in all our years of screaming at each other, slamming doors, and trading insults sharp enough to draw blood. She fought like her life depended on it, because maybe it always had, even though I never seemed to understand it.But now—here, pale and fragile in the hospital bed, her voice so soft I almost doubted I’d heard it, she said it.“For what?” I asked carefully, like if I pushed too hard she’d shatter.Her eyes glistened, darting away from mine. “Just…everything.”Confusion tugged at my chest, but instinct told me not to let her retreat into herself. I reached for her hand. Her skin was cool, fingers trembling, but she didn’t pull away. That alone felt like a miracle.“Alex,” I said softly, squeezing her hand. “Tell me. Please. Why did you want to run away that night? Why risk everything? I need t
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