Chapter 95 Inside His Room

His hand drops from my jaw.

Not rejection. The moment simply changes shape. He steps back… one step, not far… and moves to the chair by the window. He sits. Leans forward with his elbows on his knees and looks at me.

“Sit down,” he says.

I look at the chair he just vacated. Then at the bed.

I si...

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