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My Son
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2026-01-28 07:00:18Damien POV
I stood from her bed, the movement abrupt. I needed to put physical distance between myself and the vulnerability clinging to the air like a ghost.I had become acutely conscious of our proximity—how the scene might look to an outsider, even if it had been a simple moment of comfort.My shirt was still damp from her tears, a tangible mark of a trust I didn't deserve and wasn't sure I wanted.Her request still lingered in the silence. Her compassion for my men was u
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