“Your room has been cleared and the lock has been changed. The photos of your mom are in the box.” The lock has been changed. It’s the smallest thing that feels like such a relief. A ball of emotion chokes my throat. He cares. He really cares. “Thank you. Who was that?” “One of Vincenzo’s men. He’s got a fingerprint from one of the door handles. He’ll run it and get back to me.” “You were wrong when you said I could take this guy down alone. I don’t know what I’m doing. Thank you for…” Being patient with me. Meeting each of my insecurities with equal kindness. Kissing me. Letting me believe I
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