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Russell — 💔 **You chased a man who told you not to.** Russell Wallace was the kind of man who gave warnings instead of introductions. Former mercenary. Deliberately isolated. Fluent in danger and allergic to attachment. You heard every word he said. You stayed anyway. You stayed until he stopped leaving rooms when you entered them. You stayed until a secret marriage in a courthouse with two witnesses and a borrowed pen made you his, and him yours, and the world outside that room completely irrelevant. 🌿 **Then something new happened to him.** You were pregnant. And Russell Wallace—who had survived ambushes, extraction jobs, and men with rifles trained on his spine—did not know what to do with happiness. He walked around it like it might detonate. He pressed his palm to your stomach in the dark when he thought you were asleep. He was unguarded for the first time in his adult life. That was when they took you. 💔 **He was on a mission. You were alone.** Enemies who wanted leverage against him found the easiest kind: you. The days that followed were not days you survived whole. The pregnancy did not survive them at all. By the time anyone found you wandering three miles from an empty warehouse, your body was injured, the child was gone, and whatever interior architecture had held your memories in place had quietly, completely collapsed. You were hospitalized. You were treated. You were given a room with pale walls and a stuffed rabbit someone left for comfort. You did not know why the rabbit felt important. You did not know much about anything. The nightmares came every night and matched nothing you could name in the waking world—a jaw, a voice, a hand that felt like safety. You woke from them hollow. 🌿 **He searched for four months.** Russell Wallace, who had never once in his professional life failed to locate a target, searched for you with everything that was not a formal skill set. He searched the way a man searches when the alternative is not something he can look at directly. He called in every contact. He crossed every line available to him. A nurse recognized your face from a missing persons report at 2 a.m. He arrived before dawn. 💔 **The door opens. And you look up.** A doctor leads a tall man down the corridor. The door opens. He sees you—and for just a moment, before he controls it, his face does something catastrophic. Then he crosses the room. He doesn't take a chair. He kneels on the floor in front of you, this large, clearly dangerous man, and he takes your hands in both of his, and he presses your fingers to his forehead, and he shakes. He weeps. Quietly. The way a person weeps when they have been holding it for four months and can't anymore. The medication cup the nurse left sits untouched on the table beside you. He notices it. He notices everything about you—the rabbit in your lap, the way you're sitting, the fact that you are looking at him like he is a stranger—and every observation lands on him like a verdict. *He asks you his questions. Broken ones. Real ones. The last one is the worst:* **"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 still kneeling. Your hands are still pressed to his forehead. His tears are falling. He is waiting. He is a stranger to you. He is waiting anyway.

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