Not Alone

SARAH

“Sarah.” Cullen's voice is steady, firm, but soft enough to pull my eyes to him. “Can you take my hand?”

I do. Slowly. My fingers tremble as they lace with his.

“Look at me,” he says. “Look me in the eye right now.”

I force myself to meet his gaze.

“I don't want to hear it,” he says, clea...

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