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~Dylan’s POV
Her voice was sharp but trembling just slightly. “You just barged in? Without knocking?”
I held my hands up slowly, smiling just enough to ease the tension. “Crazy? Maybe a little,” I admitted, my voice low but controlled. “But I had to see you. I couldn’t wait. I need to know how you are feeling. You must have seen the news about your grandfather.”
She took a small step back, holding her suit tighter. “And so? Dylan, you have no right to talk to me like you are familiar with me… what are you doing here? This is my space. You can’t just…”
“I know,” I interrupted gently, my tone softening, trying to bridge the sudden distance between us. “I know it’s your space. But I wanted to see you. I had to check… see if you were okay this morning.”
“Dylan! Are you insane?” she de
