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... r forehead like she’d just run a marathon in a sauna. The same nightmare again. Lately, it had been showing up more often than Donovan’s nosy comments—uninvited, annoying, and impossible to ignore.
She tried to steady her breathing, curling up on the bed, but her tear ducts felt dry, spent from too many nights like this.
"It’s a message from him," came the familiar voice from somewhere in the room, calm but insistent. "His unconscious still needs you. This is the only way he can ...
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