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It’s a simple life for Ian Sorrano— or so it may seem, now. On the outside, he is repented and reformed, living a normal life and dedicating his all to greater things. Like lunch breaks. At his husband’s business. They always come with a price. The minute he finds himself up close and personal with the furry friend on a questionably long leash, he finds a tickle of a sneeze coming. “El,” he forces her name out, putting on stressed smile as he holds the door. “I.. well, this is awkward.”
Always is, running into friends and family of those from the old days. “Still fighting the good fight?” Because fuck her brother.
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Elisa had done everything to distance herself from the world her brother was in, particularly after the events of the storm. What she had failed to account for, however, was just how small the island was. She could run all she wanted, but the only way to sever the ties completely would be to leave, which she’d already tried. “That’s a word for it,” she replied through an almost stifled awkward laugh. “I don’t know about fighting, between the hospital and this one, I barely have time to sleep,” she attempted to joke, gesturing to the restless furball nudging at her legs.
