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Melissa still doesn’t know how it happened. It’s one of those things that she certainly never planned on, and yet here she is, sliding her key into Chris Argent’s front door as she slips inside after a short shift to surprise him with a lunch date.
“Hey honey,” she calls out, “so I know this is a little different, but I got off early so I was thinking--.” And she stops short, because he’s standing there, shirtless, and for the first time, she can see all the scars practically covering him.
“--Oh.”