Aaron didn't move.For a long moment, neither did I.Rain drummed steadily against the roof, filling the silence between us while we simply stared at each other across the threshold. Eight days. Eight days of believing we'd been abandoned by the other, and now that he was standing here, neither of us seemed to know where to begin.He looked exhausted.Not just physically.Something deeper sat behind his eyes now, carved into the hard line of his mouth, into the way his shoulders seemed to carry far more than the healing wound strapped beneath his shirt. His gaze carrying the weight of a man who'd seen hell and came back from it.I wondered if I looked any better.Probably not.We'd both apparently been surviving the same lie.Aaron's gaze drifted over me slowly. The oversized hoodie hanging from my frame. The sleeves swallowing my hands. The hollows beneath my eyes. The untouched bowl of food still sitting on the table behind me.His expression tightened almost painfully."You've lost
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