Zoe’s POV I couldn’t stop shaking. The keys felt heavy in my hand, signifying the weight of everything I’d lost… and everything I never expected to get back. My heart pounded so hard I could barely hear myself think. I lifted my eyes to him, my breath unsteady. “I don’t know what to say.” “You already said it.” Julian’s voice dropped, low and deliberate. “Don’t cry.” But that only made it worse. A tear slipped down my cheek, then another, and he wiped each one away with slow strokes that made my stomach twist with heat instead of embarrassment. Every time his thumb touched my skin, something inside me sparked. I couldn’t stop shivering—not from sadness, but from the intensity of him… of us. “Julian,” I whispered, trying to breathe normally. “If you don't want money, how can I ever repay you for this?” His eyes darkened in a way I felt in my core. “You’ll know,” he said, glancing at our intertwined hands which now rested on my lap, “by the end of the week.” The wa
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