* Jane Dankworth *I woke up from the noise beside me, the soft buzz of my phone that vibrated across the nightstand. I blinked my eyes and looked at the screen through the thin veil of early morning light filtering past the curtains. The color of the sky outside had begun to pale, the city was still half-asleep by this hour of the day. My heart was still feeling heavy, but the sight of his silhouette, James still there, he is slouched in the armchair near the window, his head tilted slightly as he dozed, made something inside me feel at ease. He stayed the night.I reached out my hand and opened my phone, careful enough not to wake him. The screen lit up with a familiar name, Dad.I moved to sit up a little, pressing the phone close to my ear."Dad?" My voice came out husky from the lack of sleep."Jane, I'm glad you're awake," came my father's deep, steady voice, Lawrence Dankworth, always sounding like he could handle a storm and still have time for breakfast after. "Sweetheart, I
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