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Lexi’s POVThe drive back felt longer than it actually was. Maybe because I spent most of it staring out the window, watching the scenery change, feeling the weight of the past few days settle in my bones.Julian sat beside me, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on my thigh—a silent reassurance that he was there. That we were leaving all the whispers, the judgment, the tension behind.Still, it clung to me.I had spent the past few days feeling like an outsider, an intruder in a world that would never truly accept me. The looks, the hushed conversations that stopped the moment I walked in—it was exhausting.I needed to be home.When the city skyline finally came into view, a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding slipped from my lips.Julian noticed.“We’re almost there,” he said, his voice low, comforting.I nodded, leaning my head against the cool glass.His grip on my thigh tightened slightly. “I know you didn’t feel comfortable there. I felt it, Lex. But you don’t have to an
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**Lexi’s POV** The morning was calm and quiet, but something about it felt off. Julian was at the kitchen table, his fingers mindlessly tapping against the wood as he fixated on his cold coffee. The tension hanging in the air was stifling, laden with an unsaid burden. The last few days had been long, and I knew he was still wrestling with everything that had occurred with Alexa. But there was something more. Something heavier. When his phone rang, it cut through the quiet. He barely looked at the screen before picking up. “Yeah,” he replied, his voice rough. I observed him intently, waiting. Then, I noticed it—the change. The way his body tensed, his knuckles whitening as he clutched the phone tightly. I straightened up. “Julian?” His jaw tightened. Whatever he was hearing wasn’t good. A long silence expanded between us until he finally spoke again. “I understand,” he said, his voice low. “When?” I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until he ended the call. The
