ZaraI barely slept.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Valerio standing in my hallway — tall, intense, and far too close to the truth. The way he looked at me when he asked about Liam’s father, the way his hand had brushed my hair, and the raw hunger in his voice when he said: “This isn’t over.”By six-thirty, I’m already up, making breakfast while Liam plays with his toy cars on the kitchen floor.“Mommy, is the tall man coming to our house again?” he asks innocently, pushing a red car across the table.My spoon freezes halfway to the cereal bowl. “No, baby. He was just… dropping off something for work.”Liam accepts the lie easily, but I feel sick doing this to him.I drop him off at Mrs. Rivera’s with a long hug and drive to the office with my stomach in knots. It’s just been a couple of days, and I’m already walking on thin ice. This isn’t how I imagined everything to play out. The executive floor is quiet when I arrive, and I settle at my desk, going through his emails, trying
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