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“You’re scared, that’s okay. But don’t let fear keep you from doing the right thing. You’re strong, babe. You’ve handled worse.” I didn’t say anything. I just stared at the coffee table, chewing on my bottom lip. “So,” Becca finally said, nudging me, “how are you going to reach him?” I reached into my purse, pulled out the card, and held it up between two fingers like it was evidence in a courtroom. Becca’s brows lifted. “You kept it.” “I don’t even know why,” I muttered, staring at it. “What’s at the back?” she asked.

Furthermore, I took up the ladle and set it in front of him. “When you step closer, it will hit you again!” I'm not sure why I'm backing away from him. He, on the other hand, had a serious expression on his face and did not hesitate to approach. As I stepped back, I was unaware that my back had collided with the table. He was already getting close to me.

He is here, he is still here. "You didn't go?" "Na... You were talking behind my back. I had to hear it.", He came to me in a wink. I was facing the wall mirror and he was standing just behind me. My eyelashes hoisted as my gaze lingered upon him in the mirror. He still has sleepy eyes.

he said. Louelita almost smiled. “She left me a map.” “No.” His gaze returned to the note. “She left me a weapon.” That was Ezra. Even in reverence, he thought in terms of what could finally be used against the world that had harmed her. And yet he had changed too. That might have been the strangest mercy of the entire story.

Cole reminded me. “I am fine. I do not need to get a check-up,” I said, hating the thoughts of having to go and be scrutinized once again by the medical team. As if sensing my discord, Cole told me, “You will not be alone; I will be with you the entire time.”. I nodded, feeling reassured that he would be there.

" I... I don't know. " " You don't know?? " " I don't... remember. " " What?? Awww... You saw me like this and forgot everything?? That is very flattering, thanks, angel. If you like me so much like this then... " He said with a smile. " No !!! I mean... I came to ask something but it escaped my mind. " I said turning my back towards him. He hugged me standing behind me. My back was plastering to his hard chest and well-defined abs.

Good thing my back was to him. "I wouldn't dream of it." I walked out.

There was no turning back. I was ready.

If this truth surfaced, it could ruin everything—the company, his reputation, the carefully constructed life he’d built since losing Natalia. But beneath the fear was something else; it was a fragile hope, buried deep: maybe there was still a chance. A chance to reclaim what he’d lost. To be the father he’d never been. The door to his home office slid open quietly. His personal assistant, Clara, appeared, concern flickering across her face. “Mr. Carrington, you’ve been at this for hours. Maybe you should rest—” He shook his head. “Not tonight, Clara. There’s something I need to do first.”

I did not manifest a smile. I turned my back. I walked toward my Pack. My muscles began to unlock as I reached the table. Behind me, the sound of his footsteps faded toward the smoke. The past was a buried variable.