I slowly opened my eyes to find him standing beside my bed, his eyes fixed on me with an unnerving intensity, waiting for my judgment.

Not clothed yet, he just stood there, relaxed as the space had always been his.

My pulse throbbed in my throat.

“You had no right.”

He stepped closer then, “You’re right.”

The admission threw me off.

Why was he there then?

He saw the confusion in my eyes, and continued “I didn’t do it because I had the right".

"So why did you do it?", I asked

"I explained earlier, Miriam. I was worried. I wanted to be sure you were safe" he said

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