All I care about is my girls. And as long as you’re both safe, I’m happy.” I nodded and clung to that truth. We’re safe. I was angry at myself, at how quickly I could’ve lost everything. But I could be angry and grateful. We were safe. Brooks’s girls— “Wait . . .” I blinked at him, my voice a frail whisper. “Your girls?” “My girls,” he murmured,
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