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“Thank you,” I say to him, watching as he walks around me and also takes a seat close to me, and that’s when I notice that two plates have been set on the dining table, which means he will at least be joining me for breakfast.
We both begin to eat silently, and at first it is a comfortable silence, but soon my mind becomes clouded with anxiety, forcing a subtle frown on my brows, even as I consume such a delicious breakfast. The crispy bacon and fluffy eggs taste like they should be comforting, but they’re overshadowed by my mounting worries.
“Tell me what’s on your mind.” He soon speaks up, his voice cutting through the quiet with a gentle firmness. I look up from my food, meeting his gaze as he cradles a steaming black mug between his hands. His eyes, steady and watchf
