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Peter
It’s been a day since we’ve gotten back, and I still can’t stop touching Sara, can’t stop holding her. Every other minute, I also fight the urge to inspect her from head to toe—even though Dr. Goldberg has already examined her and pronounced her and the baby healthy.
Cradling her on my lap, I stroke her hair and breathe in her sweet scent, a tremor running through my body each time I think about how close I’d come to losing her… how the guards had found her huddling naked on the stairs an hour before we finally burst in.
She tripped Henderson with her silk robe, saving herself, Nora, and Yulia in the process.
The three of them fought against armed mercenaries and won.
“It’s fine. We’re fine,” she murmurs, lifting her head, and I realize I said the last bit out loud. Her haze
