[Somehow, she survives through what feels like a hundred skipped beats of her heart in that moment, her breath catching sharp in her chest. That hand that had been over his slides around to finger over the grooves of the pendant...
The one that had once been his mother's. A gift from his father...
And now, a gift from him to her.
Her brow furrows, a realization trying to chip away at her, and as much as she treasures it more than anything else she's ever owned—]
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The one that had once been his mother's. A gift from his father...
And now, a gift from him to her.
Her brow furrows, a realization trying to chip away at her, and as much as she treasures it more than anything else she's ever owned—]
You shouldn't have...