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Breaking point

Jamie’s POV

I walked out of the bedroom after hearing him murmur those words in his sleep, and they clung to me like smoke—sinking into my chest, coating my lungs with a weight I couldn’t shake.

“I’m sorry, Jamie.”

He’d said it so softly. It wasn’t loud. It was barely a whisper. But it was enoug...