DebbieI finally walked down the stairs, following Rex into the kitchen. The smell of bacon, pancakes, and coffee filled the air, but the tension was even thicker.River was sitting at the table, his eyes locking onto mine the moment I stepped into the room, wearing one of Rex’s shirts. I could see the small hint of jealousy in his gaze. It was so small, barely visible, but I could see it. He looked like a man who had been waiting for something that didn't belong to him.I didn't say a word. I walked straight to River. I sat on his lap, straddling him, and buried my head in the crook of his neck. I just needed to feel his familiar warmth. River didn't hesitate; he wrapped his arms around me, hugging me like he hadn't seen me for years. He squeezed me tight, his breath hitting my hair."How are you feeling, Debbie?" he whispered."I’m fine now," I said, my voice muffled against his chest. I felt safe here in the warmth of his hand. It was a different kind of safety than Rex’s, softer b
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