“Noah,” He says softly, setting down a small bouquet of pink roses, which I’ve come to learn are her favorite, on the chair beside me. “How is she?”“Still unconscious.”He nods, his eyes moving to the window, to the pale figure lying motionless beyond the glass. “She looks fragile.”“She is,” I say
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