The Rebirth of Love
Eyahwhile you were sleeping tagalog dubbedang aking sarili
“It’s all my fault.”
Tristan glanced at me, his expression a mixture of sympathy and understanding. “Don’t,” he said, his voice firm but gentle. “Don’t beat yourself up. We’re here now. We’re going to get her back.”
But his words offered little comfort. The weight of my guilt pressed down on me, a crushing burden of self-recrimination. I should have answered Thea’s call. I should have been there for her. My anger, my stupid, childish anger, had cost me dearly. It had cost me Thea.
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