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I walked back inside the house, shutting the door behind me as I let out a long breath. My hands were still curled into fists at my sides, my body tense from the confrontation with Vivien. My mind was racing, going over every word she'd said, the way she'd looked at me, the way she'd kissed me-like she still had some kind of hold over me. But she didn't. Not anymore.

I glanced up, and there was Jess, standing in the kitchen, arms crossed, eyebrows raised.

"Seriously?" she muttered, giving me that classic Jess look-the one that somehow managed to make me feel like a complete idiot.

I ran a hand down my face. "I don't want to hear it."

Jess scoffed. "Well, you're gonna. She gives me psycho vibes, Josh. Better hope she accepts all this, because Laura does not need your love-life drama right now." She leaned against the counter, shaking her head. "She needs calm, she needs peace, she needs love and support. Not your ex showing up making a scene on the doorstep."

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. "I know that, Jess."

She rolled her eyes. "Then make sure she stays out of the picture. Laura's been through enough."

I nodded because she was right. Of course, she was right.

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Jess glanced at her phone. "I'm heading out to pick up Asha. You got everything here?"

I nodded again, feeling the nerves kick in all over again. "Yeah."

She smirked, shaking her head as she grabbed her keys. "You

ook like you're about to throw up."

feel like I'm about to throw up," I

headed for the door. "Suck it up,

I was left standing in the quiet house,

Two hours later...

as I stepped outside, my eyes immediately locking onto the car. The nurse stepped out first, moving around to open

And then-

There she was.

reached in to help, pulling the wheelchair closer,

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God.

clenched at the determination in

but nodded, stepping

waist as I helped her stand. She was unsteady, her legs

softly. "I

took slow, careful steps toward the house. My arm was wrapped around her

me show you your new home," I said, my

small smile, and

nervous. I

I guided her through the house, pointing things out, trying to gauge her reaction. It wasn't California. It wasn't the home we'd

this was where our life

in the living room. The nurse was unpacking her luggage, organizing medical supplies-wound care for her throat and the area where the feeding tube

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weight, and that made me feel

her eyes drifted across the room. And then she

her gaze and felt my

The painting.

one she gave

player on the field,

Me.

down her cheek, but she

"I'm back," she whispered.

a kiss to her temple.