The Man Who Stayed When Blood Walked Away

in the house.

That day it felt cold.

“Hey,” I said from the doorway.

He looked up immediately and smiled. “Morning, love.”

I crossed my arms tightly. “Can we talk?”

Something in my tone must have warned him because his smile faded instantly.

“Sure,” he said slowly. “What’s up?”

I didn’t bother easing into it.

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