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“I didn’t know it was him at first. His hair, his face… everything looked different. But then I heard his laugh this morning.
And I knew. I could never forget that sound… not after everything.”
“Yeah.”
Behind us, a voice cut through the air like a knife.
I turned. Ethan stood a few feet away, jaw tight, eyes narrowed.
He’d heard everything.
Noah flinched so hard it looked like he’d been struck.
Ethan’s face twisted with anger.
He stepped forward and grabbed Noah by the back of his jacket.
“LET GO OF HIM!” I exploded.
Ethan’s grip tightened.
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