Levi pov“I am sorry,” I whispered again, because once wasn’t enough. Because the apology had been living in my chest for weeks, rotting there, and now that it was finally out it wouldn’t stop spilling. “I’m so fucking sorry, Mom.”She didn’t pull away. Her hand kept moving in those slow, familiar circles between my shoulder blades, the same rhythm she used when I was seven and convinced the dark was full of monsters. Only this time the monsters were mine, and I’d brought them home with me. “I know,” she murmured against my hair. “I know you are.”I pulled back just enough to look at her. Her eyes were red, lashes wet, but she was still smiling that soft, broken smile that made my chest ache. The wet towel had slipped off my forehead and landed somewhere in the sheets. I didn’t care. I didn’t care about the fever or the pounding behind my eyes or the way my body felt like it had been wrung out and left to dry. All I could feel was her hand in mine and the terrifying relief that she
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