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Trauma
I have seen a few emotions in Gray's eyes ever since we got married. And most, with the exception of the feral anger he had felt the night he kicked everyone out and the numerous altercations after that, were largely due to me. But this time, it was different. He was different. His eyes were wide with worry and concern, and I wasn't sure if it was directed at Aunt Althea or his son. "Gray," I said, moving closer. "We should go there and.." "No," he said, his voice slightly shaky. It was the voice of a man who was terrified of what he would see. Terrified of what could be. "But your son... Aunt Althea." "I am sure someone called the fire service. I am sure. .." "Don't you want to see for yourself?" I asked, resting a hand on his shoulder. "If your son made it out alive, don't you want
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