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“Frankie found me,” I tell him. “Frankie found me and it broke his heart. He forced me to go to rehab, and I hated him for it. We wasted so much time apart because of my stupidity.

“Don’t let it be like that with Lennox and Samuel.”

Talking to him in this state was like laying all my demons to rest.

After four years, I finally had the full picture.

Tonight, Frankie and I had finally found the last piece of our puzzle.

Circumstances meant individually we might never be whole, but we completed one another.

“Why don’t I get them for you?” I offer.

As I stand up, his hand shoots out and grips my wrist. I glance down at him expectantly. “It happened at work.”

There are so many rules and regulations on drug use at the gym that there’s no way I’ll be able to sweep it under the rug, but I promise I will fight Jenika to let him keep his job.

“You don’t need to worry about it right now,” I assure him. “Just focus on yourself.”

He nods at me weakly before closing his eyes.

When I step out of the room, Lennox and Samuel are on me before I can close the door.

My eyes dart to a sad and cautious-looking Frankie. I wanted nothing more than to scoop him up and take him home.

“Is he okay?” Samuel asks, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“He will be.” I turn to Lennox to translate, but he’s already nodding at me in understanding.

Despite the grim circumstances bringing us together today, I smile at this display of Lennox’s progress before gesturing to the room. “He’s waiting for you two.”

When the door closes, I lock eyes with Frankie, who looks like he’s got the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Walking up to him, I hold out my hand, hoping like hell he takes it.

He does, and I tug him to me.

He brushes my hair away from my face. “Are you okay? Is Rhys okay?”

I raise a shoulder. “I honestly don’t know.”

“Do you want to stay, or do you want to go home?”

There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for Rhys, but I knew I wasn’t the person he wanted or needed by his side right now.

Those people had just entered his room.

“Take me home?”

Frankie squeezes my hand. “Anything you need.”

By the time we walk through the door, the sun is already on its way to rising and we’re both dragging our feet.

In silence, Frankie leads me to our bedroom and undresses us both.

We climb into bed and only then does the adrenaline start to fade and the exhaustion and heartache begin to settle in.

“I should’ve pushed,” I say to Frankie. “I should’ve pushed him to tell me what was wrong.”

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