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| 90 | Your Airtight Alibi
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[ S E R A P H I N E ] I almost gasp at the muffled sound of his voice. Shucks. My nose and eyes still look pinkish. I steel myself beside the sink, anticipating a knock. “Sephie,” he says in a slightly louder voice. I open the door and cross the threshold in two quick strides. The look in his tired eyes shows relief and some anxiety. I clasp his sleeve and press my body onto his warmth. “Are you okay?” The front of his shirt muffles the sigh of relief that leaves me the second he's in my arms. Dominico hugs me back and sighs. “Yeah.” The tension in his shoulders ease. His arms around me bring comfort, but my mind continues to buzz with questions. Fears. “You sure?” I pull away to stare at him, my voice slightly quivering even though I no longer feel like crying. On the outside, he looks okay. Just more exhausted. Same plain T-shirt and faded blue pants. No bloodstains or anything. Thank God... “You're not hurt anywhere, or...” I stroke his forearm and warm cheek. I don
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