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“How does a bath sound? The tub here is bigger,” Victor said softly, his voice gentle. He reached out and carefully picked the strands of hair that had stuck to her tear-streaked face, tucking them behind her ears with a tenderness that made her chest tighten.

It was almost 4 am now, and Ana had cried herself out. Her sobs had finally subsided into quiet hiccups, and she laid there, in his arms, exhausted and hollow, staring at him. She couldn't bring herself to say what she had dreamed about, what had scared her so badly.

Victor watched her for a moment, his eyes full of concern. “Or we could just ransack the fridge for sodas and ice cream, and microwave us the leftover pizza,” he suggested with a soft smile, trying to coax her out of the trance that she seemed to be in.

Ana sniffed, still wouldn't say a word. She just stared at him, her eyes wide and unblinking, as if afraid that he would disappear if she looked away even for a second.

Yet his smile didn't waver. “Or both,” he sa