Zayne shifted the bags in his hands and cleared his throat. “Can I… come in?” he asked quietly, almost as if he expected her to slam the door in his face.Avelina hesitated. Her fingers tightened around the doorframe, and for a moment she simply stared at him, weighing every possibility—every danger, every memory, every fear. Finally, she stepped aside.“Fine,” she said in a low voice. “Come in.”Zayne walked into the small living room, stopping just past the doorway. His eyes swept the space—two small couches squeezed together, a rickety table, and baby things tucked neatly against the wall. It was clean, warm… but far too small to hold Avelina, her mother, and a growing child.His chest tightened painfully. She deserves better. They all do.“You didn’t have to leave,” he said quietly, turning toward her. “The house I bought for you… it’s big enough. Comfortable. You and your mother can still come back. You don’t have to stay here.”Avelina lifted her chin sharply. “Don’t,” she said,
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