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morning." He leans in and kisses my

forehead. I turn to the couch, my eyes

already heavy with sleep. I'll just rest a

few minutes, I think.

I feel warm breath on my face a few

minutes later. I sense someone in the

room. It's not Cohen. Chills run through

me, but I am too tired to decipher if any

of this is real.