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BLAINE
Sarah had officially been with us for a week when Franklin finally got in touch with her. I hadn’t recognized the New Hampshire number calling my cell but had answered anyway. A quiet, hesitant voice had introduced himself, and I’d promptly handed my phone over to Sarah who’d been sitting eating dinner with me and Grey.
Cheeks pink and tears in her eyes, she’d scampered up the stairs, leaving me alone with Grey for the first time outside our bed in seven long as f**k days. We hadn’t done more than cuddle and kiss in that week. s*x of any sort had been the last thing on my mind, which wasn’t surprising considering what Sarah and I had gone through since her arrival.
Countless questions and hours upon hours of having to wade through the darkness I could no longer keep under loc
