FREYAOur three babies slept between us in the reinforced safe house, all wrapped up in soft blankets, tiny chests rising and falling. I watched them for a long time before I let myself look at Ethan who was already looking at me.“You should sleep,” he said, his voice low so he wouldn’t wake them.“I can’t.”“I know.”My whole body still ached from the birth and from the fight at the hospital before that, but it was the kind of ache that reminded me I was alive, that we were all still alive, and right then I wasn’t sure which feeling was louder.He moved closer, careful not to jostle the bassinet, and pulled me against his chest. His body was warm and solid, and his presence made my shoulders drop even when my brain wouldn’t stop spinning. We hadn’t been close like this since before the hospital attack. Before Brian started showing up with his folders, proof, and sad eyes.I cried first. I didn’t plan to. It just happened, quiet at first, then not quiet at all. Everything came out: t
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