Claire turned slowly, retracing her steps back toward the station. The crowd bustled around her—strangers in a hurry to get somewhere—but she no longer felt lost among them.
Her mind spun with questions, yet her heart felt strangely calm. How could Mark sense what was happening to her when he wasn’t even there? Was it luck? Intuition? Or was it something greater—something that words could never quite explain?
Perhaps it was nothing mystical at all. Perhaps it was simply love—the kind that binds two souls together so tightly that distance, silence, and even fear cannot sever it.
A Presence That Protects
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