Rae’s POVMom’s suitcase sat abandoned by the stairs, wheels still dusty from the road. I stood there, hoodie sleeves tugged over my hands, watching Killian’s profile as he stared at the closed upstairs door. His shoulders were tense, jaw set in that quiet way he got when he was thinking too hard.I took one step toward the stairs, then stopped. My legs felt heavy, like the floor had turned to quicksand.“Rae,” he said softly, turning to me. “Go. She’ll want to see you.”I nodded, but my feet didn’t move.He crossed the space between us in two strides, cupped my face with both hands, and kissed my forehead—long, lingering, like he was pouring every unsaid promise into it. “We’re okay,” he whispered again. “I’m right here.”I swallowed hard, nodded again, and forced my legs to carry me upstairs.Mom’s door was cracked open, light spilling into the hallway. I knocked softly.“Come in, sweetheart!”I pushed the door wider.She was sitting on the edge of her bed, still in her travel c
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