Chapter 8 Fallout & Rebuild

Theo POV

The fallout arrives like a structural collapse—slow at first, then total.

My phone vibrates off the desk at 8:17 a.m. the next morning. I’m still inside Jaz, softening but not pulling out, his back to my chest, my arm locked around his waist like a steel band. He’s asleep again, breathing s...

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