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Natalie

I woke in bed, where Roark had carried me when the tears dried. Glancing at the bedside alarm clock, I saw that it was about four in the morning. It was still dark outside, and I was too comfortable to move. I snuggled into the heavy blankets, happier than I’d ever been. Roark was here, with me. With us.

Reaching for him, my hand came in contact with cold, empty sheets