Ronon’s POV“I’m sorry, Keal,” I murmured, desperation clawing at my voice. “I swear, I’ll do whatever it takes to make things right.”He looked at me, his face streaked with tears, his eyes hollowed by sorrow and anger. “You can’t bring her back, Ronon,” he whispered, his voice shaking. “You can’t… you can’t fix it. Don’t you see that?” He buried his head in his hands, the weight of grief pressing down on him until his shoulders slumped forward, defeated.“We took everything from her,” he continued, his words choked with guilt. “She had nothing, Ronon—no money, no security, no one. We stole it all. Nikolay was right to keep her from us… he saw what we were, what we’d do to her.” His voice cracked, and he wept openly, raw and broken.“Please, Keal,” I urged, grasping for anything that might bridge the chasm between us. “I know you felt it too. She’s out there somewhere, and we can find her. I’ve been praying, and I believe… I believe fate will help us.”At that, he let out a bitter, h
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