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Peter
After we make love, Sara falls asleep in the guest room, and I leave her there to nap. I did my best to be gentle during s*x, but I must’ve worn her out regardless.
Either that, or she just needs the extra rest and I have to be more diligent in making sure she takes it easy over the next eight months.
The anxiety-tinged joy fills my chest again, crowding out the remnants of hurt. It doesn’t make sense to be upset at Sara’s question; if anything, I should be glad she trusts me enough to ask me outright instead of letting such suspicions fester.
I also can’t blame her for having the suspicions in the first place. I would’ve never done something as blatant and showy as blowing up the FBI building, but I have been quietly planning to eliminate Ryson—who had continued to sniff aro
