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“I found some while I was staying there,” I admit. “I never knew what I should do with them.”

He smiles. “I guess that makes two of us. I always left them where I found them. After all, you shouldn’t pull off the bandage when the wound hasn’t healed.” He takes a step toward me, and I stiffen—not because I don’t want him close, but because I do. So badly. I’ve missed him