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38. Our fated first meeting
AN HOUR LATER XAVIER'S POINT OF VIEW: The house was quiet, the kind of quiet time that comes when everyone else is asleep. I’d just checked on Isabella, who was finally resting peacefully in her room. Her breathing was even, and her face was no longer as pale as it had been earlier. It gave me some relief, but not enough to shake the tension that had built up over the past few days. I stepped into the living room to find Mr. Hale sitting on the couch, his hands clasped together and his gaze distant. He looked like a man carrying the weight of years of regret. When he noticed me, he straightened up, offering a small nod. "She’s asleep?" He asked, his voice quiet. "Yeah." I said, sitting down across from him. "Finally." He nodded again, his jaw tightening. "You’re good at this. Takin
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