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Fabian’s phone buzzed right as we stepped through the museum’s grand foyer, all marble echoes and the hush of air conditioning. He glanced at the screen, grimaced, and muttered something about his boy

Hugo's suitcase clicked shut in the bedroom, and I felt my stomach do this ridiculous little flip. Not because he was leaving—I love the man, I do—but because the moment that door closed behind him, m