eyes fluttered open. This wasn't a hospital room. It was too luxurious, the wall
e window, scrolling through his phone. He look
od up and walked over to the bed. He didn't tou
whispered. My
u had a scare, An
ly going to my flat stomach. A wave of
d to the window and looked out at the cit
ey crashed into me, and the beeping of the machine next to me beca
d out. "No, y
ble. "The stress was too much for you. The d
the words tearing out of
were becoming hysterical. Making a scene. This is better. It' s
my vision blurred by tears. "That
t was a liability. You are a brilliant woman, Anya. You were letting sentiment cloud your jud
ug face, but a fresh wave of pain shot through my a
tor, the passionate collaborator, he never existed. He was a mask. And underneath w
the words filled with all
He reached out and brushed a tear from my cheek wit
er it. You're strong. And you're mine. You'r
Don't ever try to expose me. Because I have taken everything from you once.
w, I was awake. And I was in hell. A dream I had last night came to mind. In the dream, my grandmother was there, holding a strange, star-shaped compass
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