“Good morning. I’m still here, too. Every breath burns without you,” she said, her voice wavering a bit. My throat tightened with pain, even as relief washed over me. She was answering my texts. “I haven’t given up on us. You’re crazy if you think I’ve looked anything close to beautiful in this mess of a state I’ve been in. I do trust you.” She paused, smiling, and then whispered. “Merry Christmas.” A breath of a laugh left my nose. “This is your win,” she finished, letting those words hang heavy between us. “Go fucking get ’em, Cap.” And then she jogged through the tunnel with my heart in her
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