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Not like that.
Not and meant it.
“Okay,” I whisper.
One word.
But it feels like everything.
He nods.
Like it’s enough.
Like I’m enough.
Sunlight spills through the windows.
Chasing shadows.
But not the danger.
Not yet.
Still—
For the first time—
I don’t feel alone.
“I’m going to pick wildflowers,” I say softly. “Do you want to come?”
He holds out his hand.
“Yeah.”
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Idon’t like the quiet.
Not after a threat.
Not after a man like Daniel Reynolds walks in, says just enough, and leaves the rest hanging in the air.
That kind of quiet?
It means something’s coming.
I stand just inside the shop, watching Tessa move behind the counter.
She looks calm.
Focused.
Like she’s got everything under control.
Customers come and go, ordering flowers, talking about weddings, filling the space with normal conversation.
