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... han words could. He felt it too... the bone-deep fear, the creeping hopelessness. The thought of his mother’s worried face, wondering every day if her son was dead or alive.
"I hate not knowing," Jean said. "I hate that I can’t do anything. I hate..." Her voice broke. "I just hate this so much."
Without thinking, Logan reached out and took her hand... rough against rough, worn against worn. "You’re not alone," he said, quietly. "You still have me, whether you like it or not."
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