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... masterclass in suffering.
The quiet, maddening suffering where every breath hurt a little and every glance from Dax felt like being slowly unraveled by someone who didn’t know they were holding the thread.
Chris had survived. Barely.
He’d slept on the far edge of the mattress like it was hostile terrain, a diplomatic boundary line drawn in linen and pain. He’d kept perfectly still when Dax pressed a casual kiss to the top of his head, like that meant nothing. Like Chris ...
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