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eyes. Grace stepped toward the bed and touched his cheek. His skin was cool and damp. “Ethan,” she whispered. “Wake up.” His eyelids fluttered but he did not wake, his fingers twitching once against the sheet before going limp again.
“I said leave him alone,” Vanessa snapped.
Grace turned slowly, and in that moment heartbreak became something colder continue reading …
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