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... y with Annabel’s shallow breaths.
She had spent the night waking often; at times writhing in sweat, at times sitting bolt upright from sudden nausea that clutched her stomach. With the first light of dawn, her tired eyelids were half open, her cheeks carrying a pallid pink.
I, however, had been awake for some time and sat quietly at the edge of the bed. Watching her like that brought a strange clarity to my mind: this woman was no longer merely a lover or a confidante. She had be ...
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