Chapter 213: Freedom of the Sick Kind

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TRIGGER WARNING

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Dane

His first thought when he became aware again was, I'm going to be a father?

The second was, I'm naked.

He was in a plush chair—had to be one of his father's because it was big enough for him. His father bought custom furniture because he felt too humbled by the normal stuff that made him fold in on himself. Usually when Dane sat down, his elbows were pressed into his sides, and his knees folded high in front of him. But he was comfortable.

Sucking in a breath, he pulled his head up and blinked, trying to make sense of what he was seeing.

He was in the studio apartment he'd been given, though the chair was new. His father stood next to a bookcases against the wall. And there was someone behind him that he couldn't see, but he could feel them move—and sense their eyes on him.