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Held in Chains

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Sarah

I’m not sure I’ve totally come back to reality when I leave Kenna’s room and fall directly into Sydney’s waiting arms. 

“Did you just deliver a baby?”

“I think so?” I rest my head in the crook of his shoulder as he wraps his strong arms around me, holding me tight. “Am I awake right now?”

“You’ve been out for over a day, Sarah. I don’t think you should even be up and walking around yet.” He scoops me up and carries me back to the room where I woke up, telling me in a quiet whisper that this is his personal apartment whenever he visits this side of his family. My back hits the mattress, but I’m not alone. 

Sydney curls his body around mine, and the quiet solitude of the room settles over us like a wet, cold blanket. 

We’re silent for a long time. I watch the light of day fade through the windows, casting silver be

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