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The girl has been sent from the skies to test me. Grace was created in a special corner of hell for me.
My hand slides over his, his fingers lacing through mine, the one resting protectively over our son. He kisses my forehead, his lips ghosting over my closed eyelids, my cheeks, my nose, lips, jaw. I giggle as he kisses my lips a final time. “I love you, Grace,” he whispers over my lips, breathing the words into me, imprinting them on my soul.
“I love you, Hunter.”
