“Would you just—” I didn’t know how to ask for what I wanted, for what I needed. “Want to keep the line open while you sleep?” he offered. I was crying again. How had I not drowned in all the tears I’d cried over the last two days? “Would you? Please?” He pressed his fingers to his lips and then touched the screen. “Of course, Ginevra. Anything you need. Just prop the phone up beside you, and I’ll be right here, okay?” I nodded, scrubbing my hands over my face, not caring that he saw me at my weakest. Liam wouldn’t hold it against me. I set the phone on my bedside table, leaning it against the
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