That night, Huxton came home looking scary pale.Margo was getting water in the kitchen. She turned at the sound of the door and nearly dropped the glass."You didn't take your meds?""It got too bad. I had to get my stomach pumped."Huxton sank onto the couch, his hair damp with cold sweat.Margo's hand jerked, spilling hot water over it. Her skin instantly turned red.'Does he really love Jayla that much? Enough to eat her food even if it lands him in the hospital?'Margo brought him water, crouched beside him, and gently rubbed his stomach.After a few sips, Huxton finally relaxed. His brow smoothed out, and soon he fell asleep against her shoulder.Just like always.But this time, Margo didn't stare at him like she used to.She carefully laid him on the couch, pulled a blanket over him, and went upstairs without looking back.***The next morning, Huxton was already in the living room, dressed in a sharp suit."Why's so much stuff gone?" He frowned, looking around.M
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