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He blinks. He uncurls his hand to find pale crescents, arranged in a row.
“Hunter?”
Camila. There’s concern in her voice. It sounds like a nod, a smile, a warm hand on his shoulder asking what can I do. It’s care.
He can’t risk losing them.
“What if he’s still there,” says his mouth. His voice is steadier than he expected.
Or:
In the aftermath, Hunter doesn't have to pick up the pieces alone.
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22 Jan 2023