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“Jonas, I presume?”

“How did you…” I begin.

“I figured Andi would have called you. I’m glad she did. Frankly, if she didn’t, I was about to.” She steps aside and lets me in the front door.

“What happened?” I ask. “Where is she?”

She points to the stairs. “Last door on the left. She has gotten a lot of heavy information in the past 24 hours. I think she just needs you to be there for her.”

I smile. “That’s what I’m good at.”

I take the stairs two at a time and hurry down the hallway. I gently knock but don’t get a response. Creaking the door open, I can see that Andi is lying on the bed fast asleep.

Her body is curled up in a ball from being cold, so I grab a blanket from the foot of the bed and pull it over her. I kick off my boots and climb in next to her, pulling her against my chest. She stirs a little but not enough to wake her up. Whatever happened to her must have taken it out of her.

Her hair practically suffocates me, but smelling her sweet scent of cherries and vanilla again is completely worth it.

After spending half my night at an airport after an already rough night the night before, I am exhausted. And having Andi next to me, it doesn’t take me long to fall into the same deep sleep that she’s in.

Chapter Forty-six

Andi

Ipull the blanket up around me even though I don’t remember getting up to get a blanket. I nuzzle into the pillow, trying to get as comfortable as possible when I feel something move next to me.

Something big and warm.

Fear hits me for a moment as I try to process where I am, but the moment I hear someone say, “Baby?” all of my anxiety flies away.

Instantly, everything from the past couple of days floods back to me. A million questions still whir around my mind, but right now, only one thing matters.

Jonas is here.

“You came.” I smile up at him.

“Of course I came. I always will. I mean, come on, you send me that text and then don’t answer your phone? Did you really think I’d stay away?”

“Sorry, my phone died.”

He kisses the top of my head. “No apologies necessary. As long as you’re good, I’m good.” He looks down at me. “Are you good?”

Immediately, as though a switch flips, I start crying.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He asks, pulling me closer.

As if throwing up word vomit, I unload everything on him in what feels like a single breath. My chest heaves with sobs as I give him every detail.

He holds my hands in his, occasionally letting go to wipe the tears from my cheeks. By the end of my story, I am crying so hard I can barely breathe. Jonas’s arms wrap around me and hold me tight.

“Shh, baby. I’ve got you.”

He rubs my back and talks to me in that calming voice of his until my tears have subsided. After sleeping over twelve hours, I feel so exhausted all over again that I could sleep another twelve.

I let out a sniffle before muttering, “What am I supposed to do?”

His fingers run through my curls. “Well, that’s up to you, baby. What do you want to do?”

“I don’t know. I’m so mad at Michael for lying to me all those years. I wonder how he could make that type of decision for a person, yet now that I can finally make it, I have no idea what I want to do.” I rub my hand over my face as though it’s going to do any good in getting me some type of clarity.

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