THIRD POVThe air in the living room had grown heavy by the time Anton finally stopped talking.His voice, which had carried frustration and intensity for so long, had begun to thin with exhaustion. The weight of everything he had poured out lingered between them.Kira looked drained.Not just emotionally.Physically.Her eyelids were drooping despite her attempts to keep them open. The medication she had taken earlier was beginning to settle fully into her system, softening the edges of her awareness.Anton noticed.“You are falling asleep,” he said quietly.“I am not,” she murmured automatically, though her voice lacked conviction.He gave her a faint, tired look.“You just blinked for nearly ten seconds,” Anton said, his lips curling into a faint smile.She attempted a weak smile. “I am listening,” she said with a tired sigh.“I know you are,” he replied gently. “But you need rest.”She shifted slightly and winced despite trying to hide it.His jaw tightened.“Erica said you need
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