Chapter 50
Leon’s POV • • The room was too quiet. The kind of quiet that makes you feel like something is missing… or about to break. I couldn’t focus. My eyes kept leaving the tablet screen, wandering back to her. Her breathing was shallow, slow. Her lashes fluttered now and then, but her eyes stayed shut. I hated seeing her like this. So still. So fragile. The memory of how I found her flashed in my head again—curled up under steaming water, her skin red and trembling, pills in her hand. That look on her face when she realized I’d seen her… like she was ashamed to still be breathing. I swallowed hard. Was it jealousy that pushed her to that edge? Or something deeper? Something I should’ve seen coming? Her words from earlier replayed in my head: “Thank you for helping me. I promise to repay
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