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... an twenty-four hours since I walked out the door, and the silence from the house was deafening. Evric hadn’t called or texted. Not a single desperate, pleading message. This worried me more than if he’d been flooding my phone. I knew how fragile he was under real stress, and the thought of him collapsing alone under the weight of his guilt was a tight, cold knot in my chest.
I broke first. My hand trembled slightly as I picked up my phone and dialed one of the maids’ numbers.
"He ...
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