Chapter 8 The Line Between Us Anne POV I did not sleep that night. Even after Charles’s voice faded and Fredrick checked the door twice just to be sure, the echo of that last sentence kept ringing in my head like a warning I could not silence. Anne, I need you. I hugged my pillow tightly, staring at the ceiling in the dark. My thoughts refused to settle. They were loud, tangled, painful. The kind of thoughts that scratch the inside of your chest until you feel breathless. Why did he come now? Why after all these years? Why use words I had begged the universe never to hear from him again? By morning, my eyes were red, my head was heavy, and I felt like someone had drained every bit of strength I had. Fredrick noticed the moment he walked into the room. He sat beside me, brushing a thumb over my cheek. His touch was gentle, too gentle for the storm inside me. “You did not sleep,” he whispered. I looked away. “I am fine.” “You are not fine,” he said softly. “Not this time
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