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Ch 40. The Morning After
Author: Helen B.
last update2026-05-09 18:55:03

I woke up with someone warm pressed against me.

That alone was enough to make me wonder if I'd died and the afterlife had finally gotten its act together.

Then my brain caught up. Derek's arrested. Clara's still here.

I was careful not to move. She was still asleep, cheek against my chest, one hand loose near my collarbone.

The light coming through the blinds was that soft, early stuff. The kind of morning where nothing has gone wrong yet and you're almost afraid to breathe in case you remind t
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