“My Joey.” His body twitched. “My baby.” His body shook harder. That’s it. Follow my voice. “Come back to me.” With trembling hands, I stroked his cheek and brushed his hair out of his eyes, before leaning in close to nuzzle him. “Because I’m not giving you up.” Jerking in what looked like genuine agony, a pained groan tore from his throat. “I know,” I coaxed as I continued to trail my fingers through his hair. To touch him. To bring him back to me. “You’re in there, aren’t you?” He twitched again, hands balling into fists. That’s it. “I see you, Joey Lynch,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to
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