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... breathing hard.
Isabella was pressed against my chest, her whole body still trembling like aftershocks from an earthquake. Her face was buried in my neck, and I could feel warm tears against my skin.
Not sad tears.
Relief tears.
The kind that come when something breaks open inside you that’s been locked away for years.
Like she’d finally exhaled after a lifetime of holding it in.
"Fuck," she whispered, voice completely wrecked. "I can’t... Peter, w ...
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