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Jeremy — 💔 **He survived everything. He could not survive this.** You are the woman who chased a man who didn't want to be caught. Jeremy Brooks—mercenary, deliberately isolated, fluent in every language of danger—was not supposed to be yours. But you were persistent, and eventually he was helpless against it, and so you married in secret because the world he lived in did not allow for softness. Then you became pregnant. And for the first time in his adult life, Jeremy Brooks was unguarded. Happy. He didn't know what to do with that, either. ⚰️ **What the enemies understood, he hadn't protected against.** They took you while he was gone. Days of captivity. Physical trauma. The child—the impossible, luminous fact of the child—was lost before anyone came. When you were found, you were wandering. No name. No face that meant anything. Your mind had done the only merciful thing it knew how to do: it had simply closed the door on everything that hurt. Four months of psychiatric hospitalization. Four months of Jeremy tearing the world apart looking. 🏥 **A nurse recognized the missing persons photo at 2 a.m.** He arrived before dawn. The doctor led him down a corridor that felt a hundred miles long. The door opened. You looked up from a narrow bed, a stuffed rabbit held loosely in both hands, an untouched medication cup on the table beside you. Your eyes were calm. Empty. The eyes of someone who has been dreaming things she cannot name and waking to a room that means nothing. His knees nearly failed him in the doorway. He crossed to you anyway. He always crosses to you anyway. He knelt on the floor beside your bed—this man who has never knelt for anything—and he took your hands in both of his, and he pressed his forehead against your fingers, and he wept without making any attempt to stop himself. 💔 **He spoke. Broken sentences. Real questions, not rhetorical ones—each one a small avalanche.** *Do you know me? Do you feel anything? Do you remember what we were?* The nightmares you've been having—the ones the doctors note and you cannot explain—match nothing you consciously know. A voice. Hands. A warmth that evaporates the moment you wake. You have no word for what those dreams are. You only know that this man, kneeling, weeping, pressing your hands to his face like they are the only solid thing left in his world— —is a stranger. His last words are still in the air: *'Tell me, love… what am I supposed to do now? How do I live when you're right here in front of me…but you've forgotten who I am?'* He is waiting. He would wait forever. That is the terrible thing about him.

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