Kiara Thomas’s clothes were perfectly folded inside his suitcase. He closed it, making sure he hadn’t forgotten anything, and lifted it off the bed. The sound of the suitcase scraping along the floor echoed down the hallway. He checked once more that everything was in order. I held my stomach, trying to ease the sudden nausea that had appeared, but I couldn’t. “I don’t like leaving you,” he finally said, turning toward me. “Still, I know it’s for the best because I can’t take you on a trip like this. I wish I could. You know that. But I know you’re right, it’s not a good idea.” I nodded, but inside a part of me shrank. When Thomas was near, I felt protected, and now that he was leaving, I wouldn’t have him with me for a couple of days until he returned. The doctor had been clear that I shouldn’t take many risks, and getting on a plane to New York didn’t sound appealing. It was just for work. Besides, I felt tired enough as it was. I needed calm, stability. “I’ll be fine,” I assur
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