“Sorcha, Cait doesn’t want to be here!” “None of them do!” “Is this what you think of me?” It all made sense now. He had been busy, there were too many things for him to oversee. He understood that she wanted to be with him. Eamonn missed her with every fiber of his being, but he could not allow his focus to wander. Every time he was near her, his soul drifted. He wanted to touch the beloved locks of her hair, trace the outline of her stubborn pout, ease the nightmares he knew plagued her. But he couldn’t. He saw his mistake in pulling away. Eamonn went to her, clutching her cold hands and
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