MadelynIt was Sunday, and Ava had returned. The morning sunlight spilled across the street as we walked toward the small café she loved, our arms linked loosely. I wore a straight gown today, one that hugged my bump more than the oversized dresses I’d been hiding in lately. It wasn’t much, just a shift in fabric.I hadn’t expected anyone familiar to pull up right then, and yet, the sound of an engine rolling to a stop made my stomach twist. Liam’s car, unmistakable, glossy black, always polished, always smooth. But it wasn’t just the car. The door swung open, and Dominic stepped out.My chest caught. He looked… Pale, hospital-sick, the thin cotton hospital gown hanging loosely on him, clinging to his shoulders and chest in a way that made him look smaller than he was. He wasn’t the composed man I’d seen yesterday. His eyes searched, frantic, then landed on me.“Maddie.”He didn’t call me anything else, not a formal ‘Madelyn.’ Just Maddie. That nickname, that familiarity, it tore some
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