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... ters, endlessly flowing yet somehow still.
Ikem’s hands tightened into fists. His nails pressed into his palms, not out of rage, but from the weight of what he was feeling. Tide’s confession struck something deep within him, an uncomfortable recognition.
Because he understood.
Tide’s longing, his pride, his despair, they mirrored his own. Ikem thought of his unborn child, the life soon to come into the world. It was a child he would father not out of duty, not because of ...
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