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That evening, I went home to find that Aiden had already made dinner.
"You're back," he greeted me with a smile. "Tired today? I made your favorite—"
He stopped short, sensing my emotions through our bond.
"What's wrong?" he put down the spatula and came over to hug me. "What are you so afraid of?"
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