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Lena closed her eyes.
Eight months of hunger, fear, loneliness, and exhaustion rose inside her. Eight months of wanting to call him and knowing she could not. Eight months of hating him for making her run and hating herself for missing him.
“Let me go,” she whispered.
“I can’t.”
His other hand touched her cheek, tender enough to break her.
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