DIAMOND HART
"You're going to make me cry, and I'm blaming the hormones."
"Cry all you like. I've got you."
They sat like that for a while, her tucked into his side, his hand tracing slow circles against her arm, and when she finally spoke again her voice had steadied, gone thoughtful. "His name was Michael," she said. "Michael Adams. I haven't said that name out loud in years."
Christopher went very still, the name landing somewhere cold and sharp in his chest, though he kept his face carefully calm for her sake. "Do you think it's him? The one Emma mentioned?"
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