It's late.
Susan's asleep.
Cuthbert isn't.
Every time he gets to the edge of sleep, he snaps back, kept awake by worries he can't do anything about.
(Anyone could show up. Anytime.)
(I love thee, Susan, and nothing is going to change that.)Finally, he closes his eyes and forces his mind to clear, to empty. He breathes slowly, and deeply, in
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