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AT THE SAME TIME XAVIER'S POINT OF VIEW: The silence between Terrence and me is thick, and heavy. I want to shout. I want to demand answers. But all I can do is stand there, watching him as he stands next to Isabella’s bed, looking down at her with that same damn loving look on his face. I want to rip it off. I want to make him leave. I want to be the one she wakes up to, the one she sees when she opens her eyes. Not him. Not anyone else. "I didn’t sign the papers." I say, my voice low but firm. "I’m not giving up on her. I don’t care who you are or what you think you mean to her. She’s mine." Terrence doesn’t react the way I expect. He doesn’t get defensive. He doesn’t challenge me. Instead, he just looks at me, his gaze calm and almost pitying. "I’m not here to fight you." He says q