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Shaun
The next morning, I woke in Drew’s arms—safe even from myself, the warmth of his hold even keeping pain over Dad’s death at arm’s length. I expected I’d be a b***h more often than not, but I trusted him to help me navigate the ways of life. Growing up emotionally. Something my dad hadn’t taken time to invest in.
My throat tightened, but I decided it was time to be strong like Dad always had wanted. It was time to take a stand for what I wanted and take the steps to move on with my new life since Drew had offered forgiveness for all I’d done.
His eyelids cracked open, his slow smile melting my insides, almost making me put aside what I wanted. I needed what I needed, though. No waiting.
I cupped his cheek, his beard soft against my palm. “I need to see Dad’s body, Drew. I need
