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When I finally stopped shaking, he picked me up like a baby and carried me to the passenger’s side. I stayed nuzzled up to him until I was safely tucked down in the seat. I had never noticed how strong he was until that moment. He bore my weight effortlessly. He buckled me in with care, kissing my forehead once more without a word to acknowledge my flinch.
The Missing Piece
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