“Okay. Come upstairs with me?” Yes, I pose it like a question. I need to give Margot a sense of control over this. A sense of power. Because right now, she feels helpless. She’s in pain. That’s for damn sure. She’s weak–physically and probably a bit emotionally as well. She feels lost and vulnerable and I know that likely scares her more than anything else. She tilts her head, studying me like I’m some rare specimen she’s never encountered before. “You really want me to move in?” I nod, grinning stupidly at her as I cup her face in my hands. “I really want you to move in. But more pressing in
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