Carlos’s arms were too steady for a man who had just admitted I’d been gone a month. My body felt like it didn’t belong to me, weak and weightless, but the way he held me—like I was the only thing anchoring him—forced my heart to thud hard against my ribs.He set me back on the bed, careful, his fingers lingering against my skin as if letting go meant I would vanish. His eyes, dark and sharp, wouldn’t leave mine.“You were found by the creeks,” he said again, softer this time, like repeating it would make it real for both of us.The words twisted inside me. A month lost. A body dragged from the water. None of it felt possible. “I don’t remember,” I whispered. My throat tightened.“You’re alive. That’s what matters.” His jaw worked as if he wanted to say more, but the silence between us was thick enough to choke on.I shifted, trying to push myself upright, but my legs betrayed me. The moment I swayed, his hands caught me again, fingers gripping my waist. Too close. Too warm. The air t
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