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quietly. “It’s not charity. It’s… just help.”
Rachel swallowed hard, her eyes shining. “I don’t even know your name.”
He hesitated, a strange instinctive pause, then said, “Thomas.”
Rachel nodded as if committing it to memory. “Thank you, Thomas.”
The way she said it made his chest hurt. Like his name had become something safe for her to hold.
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