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Hop In

“You can’t possibly be serious,” I say. “You want to leave me on this bed all alone?”

I expect him to laugh in that dark way of his, saying gotcha.

But I see it in his eyes.

He actually means it.

There’s no teasing glint, no trace of smugness or mischief. Just this unreadable flatness—like he’s...