Dawn bled into morning, painting the rough-hewn walls of the cabin in a soft, pale light. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and the lingering metallic tang of blood. May moved with a quiet, almost frantic energy, her movements precise and deliberate as she cared for James.He was still weak, his face pale and drawn, but his eyes were clear, and he was lucid. He watched her, his gaze filled with a mixture of gratitude and concern."You don't have to do this," he said, his voice raspy. "You should rest."May didn't look up. She was carefully cleaning the edges of his wound, her brow furrowed in concentration. "I'm fine," she said, her voice tight. "Just let me take care of you."Guilt gnawed at her, a constant, nagging ache in her chest. If it weren't for her, if she hadn't been so determined to uncover the truth, James wouldn't be lying here, wounded and vulnerable."It's my fault," she whispered, the words barely audible.James reached out and gently took her hand, his fi
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