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Haven dropped into the couch, rubbing his eyes. The TV rambled in the background, some late-night show he wasn’t watching. He breathed out, a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. Today had been exhausting, work dragging on and the steady snugness in his chest that he just couldn’t shake.
His phone buzzed on the coffee table, and he scowled as Vanessa’s name showed up on the screen
