You saw Me
The adrenaline of the celebration finally faded, replaced by a quiet, electric warmth as Alec and Susan slipped into the privacy of their apartment. The rest of the world ceased to exist, leaving only the soft tangle of sheets and the slow progression of the night into dawn. The next morning, the smell of brewing coffee drifted into the shower, cutting through the haze of a sleepless night. Over breakfast, however, the cozy bubble was interrupted. Susan looked at her phone, frowning as she recalled the sight of Jacob, pale and trembling, the last she saw him at the store. "I'm calling Jacob," she murmured, the phone already pressed to her ear before she finished the sentence. When he finally answered, his voice was barely a rasp, thick with congestion and effort. "Jacob? Are you okay?"
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