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Gray nodded numbly.

She brought him a fresh towel, placing it on the sink.

When she turned to leave, she hesitated—glancing back just as he stepped under the stream of water.

His hands braced against the wall, his head bowed low, water cascading over his broad shoulders.

Like he was trying to wash everything away.

Cadi let him be.

Callum had brought a sleeping Tomos along with their bags. Without being told ,he knew they would be moving back.

He tried to speak to her about deceiving her. But he had caused irreversible damage to all of them by not being truthful while Gray's mother was alive. It was too soon.

Cadi silently carried Tomos to his room and tucked him in, his favourite red blanket within reach. Just holding his warm little body soothed her like nothing else.

When Gray finally emerged from the bathroom, towel wrapped loosely around his waist, his dark hair damp and dripping, he still looked lost.

She pulled back the covers, gesturing for him to lie down.

Gray sank into the mattress without a word.

She started to leave—but his hand shot out, wrapping around her wrist.

"Don't go." His voice was barely a whisper, but the desperation in it made her chest ache.

She sighed.

"Just for tonight." she sighed

Sliding off her skirt, she climbed in beside him.

Gray immediately wrapped himself around her, his face pressing into the space between her breasts, arms locked around her waist like a man drowning.

She hesitated for a fraction of a second—then let her fingers slide into his hair again, gently massaging his scalp.

Gray let out a shaky breath, his body finally relaxing against her.

Cadi held him the way she held Tomos when he had a nightmare.

"Mo chroí," he mumbled against her skin. "Yer all I have left."

Cadi held him.

And for the first time in weeks, Gray Callahan slept.

Chapter 29

Cadi stirred slowly, drifting into consciousness as the first traces of morning light filtered through the curtains.

A warmth pressed against her side, steady and unmoving. For a moment, she forgot—forgot the huge bomb that had exploded in their lives. Forgot the betrayal, forgot the storm of the past few weeks, forgot that nothing was the same anymore.

Then, fingers brushed through her hair.

The touch was feather-light, barely there, but it sent a strange ache through her chest.

She inhaled shakily, her eyes flickering open—only to meet Gray's.

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