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"Are you sure you'll be fine by yourself?" Rafael asked as his hand rested on Bernice's waist, standing by the car outside the hospital. His touch was warm, familiar, and far too comforting for Bernice's liking.

"I'm fine, Rafael," Bernice said finally, though conviction eluded her tone. She stepped back, releasing his hold.

Rafael laughed low, a knowing kind of sound