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adorable she’d been when she was little. Ramsey had been acutely aware that they’d embarrass her, but he hadn’t minded. He’d been looking forward to it.
    The sound of crying pulled his attention from the video playing on the large, flat-screen and Ramsey looked down to find Sarah huddled into herself, remote in hand as she rewound and paused the video. Lily was immortalized on the flat screen, a large smile on her face as the puppy licked her cheek. Moving around the sofa, Ramsey sat next to her and gently pried the remote from her hand. Sarah seemed confused at first, but her expression gradually cleared, and she allowed him to turn the video off.
    “I’m sorry, oppa . I was looking for a movie and found the DVD. It had her name on it.”
    “Ssh.” Ramsey pulled her against him and brushed her forehead with his lips. “You don’t apologize to me, Sarah.” Ever.
    If she’d attacked him and told him she hated him, Ramsey wouldn’t have blamed her. He was responsible for her daughter’s death. They remained like that for long moments, just holding each other as Sarah cried. When her sniffles grew less frequent, Ramsey asked softly, “Have you eaten?”
    Sarah was staying with him indefinitely. When Lily passed, she’d refused to go back to her condo—there were too many memories there—so he’d brought her to his apartment. Bastian still stayed at the condo, but he too had decided the memories were too much, and was putting it on the market.
    “ Omunni made soup, oppa ,” Sarah replied, her voice hoarse and scratchy. “I had some.”
    His mother had come from Seoul for Lily’s funeral and was staying with him as well. It had been a long day. Hannah was likely sleeping.
    “That’s good.” In one week, Sarah had dropped ten pounds. Considering she’d always been petite, it was cause for alarm. “You have to stay healthy.”
    Sarah’s grip on him tightened and she burrowed closer. “Thank you, oppa .”
    He didn’t know for what, and Ramsey didn’t feel like asking. She shouldn’t be thanking him for anything, but that was Sarah, polite and respectful. Ramsey didn’t know how long he sat there holding her, but he must have fallen asleep with her in his arms, because the next he knew, light was blinding him and Jezebel was standing directly over them.
    “Jezebel?”
    He was dreaming, Ramsey decided. The past week had been rife with nightmares, so it was only appropriate that he start dreaming about Jezebel. Was this to be a nightmare too? Would she disappear, and in her place, he’d see a coffin, a tomb, worse yet, her dead, broken body?
    “You bastard!” she hissed, shaking her head and looking from his face to his chest. Ramsey looked down. Sarah was there. At some point, he’d kicked off his shoes, put his legs up and rested his back against the arm of the sofa. Sarah had shifted too, as had her robe, and she now lay in a less than graceful sprawl across his body. The position was intimate, and to the woman he was currently avoiding, too intimate. “How hard is it to pick up a phone to let me know you moved on?”
    Against his chest, Sarah shifted and moaned. Realizing it was no dream, and somehow, Jezebel Carter was in his apartment, Ramsey gently moved Sarah from him, pulling her open robe closed, and stood. In Jezebel’s eyes, he saw hurt, confusion and anger. So many emotions swirled there it was impossible not to see them.
    Without a word, Ramsey gripped her upper arm and pulled her from the living room.
    ***
    Jezebel hadn’t known what to expect when she drove to Ramsey’s apartment at one in the morning, but she’d had a few theories. She doubted she’d get in, considering she didn’t have a key, but if the doorman she knew was working, he’d let her up unless Ramsey specifically told him not to. As luck would have it, he’d been on duty, and on seeing her, had allowed her in and called the elevator for Ramsey’s apartment. He’d done it before countless times and