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Chapter 29 Tug-Of-War

(Hilda)

The morning sun gently woke me from a dreamless sleep. As my eyes fluttered open, they settled on Arlo standing beside the bed. His smile was soft, his eyes radiating a possessive love so deep it seemed to reach into my very soul.

“Good morning, love,” he whispered, his voice a soothing melody that made my heart flutter.

I returned his smile, a warmth spreading through my chest that had nothing to do with the sunlight.

“Good morning, Arlo,” I replied, sitting up slowly.

Arlo extended his hand to me. “Come with me,” he said, his voice a soft invitation.

We walked together out past the pack to the riverbank. He was quiet as we walked, but his hand gripped mine tightly.

When we reached the river he stopped, his face etched with a pain I had never seen before.

“Hilda,” Arlo began, his voice low. “There’s something I need to tell you. Something I should have told you a long time ago.”

“Arlo…” I said, looking up into his eyes. “What is it?”

But the sound of rustling leav
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