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Blake POV As I finish getting ready, my thoughts wander to what will happen in a week. She’ll be safe, free to make her own choices. But the nagging question remains. Will she choose to leave us? Once dressed, I walk through the house to her room. I'm not sure why I'm eager to see her again. Stepping inside, I hear the shower running and decide to wait on her bed, listening as the water stops moments later. She emerges wrapped in a towel, her presence filling the room. She pauses, a smile lighting up her face when she sees me. “Yes?” “Nothing. I figured I would watch you get ready,” I shrug nonchalantly, though my interest is more than casual. I want to be part of her routine, to share even these simple moments. She smirked at my response and nodded, then moved to the vanity table. It