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Adam should leave. He knew he should.
The engine was running.
The dashboard cloak read 8:43 p.m.
He had been sitting outside Morgan’s house for eleven minutes now.
Eleven minutes.
Not that he was counting.
The light above her porch was still on.
He could see a shadow move behind the curtains.
Probably Morgan.
Getting ready for Ava’s art show.
He should drive away.
Instead, his hands remained locked around the steering wheel.
Because all he could hear was her voice.
Adam
He closed his eyes.
It shouldn’t affect him the way it did.
It was a name.
Just his name.
The name he’d had his entire life.
The name everyone used before the academy.
Before becoming Detective Karadec.
The responsible one. The composed one.
The man who always knew what to do.
But somehow it sounded different when Morgan said it.
It always had.
Not because of the word itself.
Because of what she did to it. Because she said it like she was talking to the person underneath everything.
Not Detective.
Not Karadec.
Not the man behind the badge.
Just—
Adam.
The real one.
The one nobody ever really seemed interested in meeting.
Until her.
A humorless laugh escaped him.
He rubbed a hand across his face.
Tonight had been particularly bad.
Because she sounded heartbroken.
Not dramatic.
Not emotional in the way Morgan sometimes pretended to be.
Actually heartbroken.
“Adam.”
Soft. Careful.
Like she knew he was already breaking.
And somehow that had hurt more than if she’d yelled.
He could still see her standing there.
Still see the disappointment she tried to hide when he’d told her he couldn’t join.
Ava’s art show.
God.
He had wanted to go.
More than he probably should have.
The realization sat heavily in his chest.
He wanted to be there because it mattered to Morgan.
Because her family had somehow become important to him before he’d noticed it happening.
Because he wanted to see Ava’s face when she spotted him in the crowed.
Because he wanted to see Morgan’s proud mom face.
Simple as that.
But instead…
Instead, he was dealing with fellow officers, lawyers.
Paperwork.
Personal disasters like putting your now ex-girlfriend behind bars.
The fallout Lucia had left behind.
The final mess from a relationship that had been dead long before anyone admitted it.
Adam stared through the window.
Lucia.
That name felt strangely distant now.
Not painful.
Not even angry now.
Just tired.
For a long time, he’d believed losing Lucia had been the defining heartbreak of his life.
The great tragedy.
The thing that explained everything afterwards.
But sitting here now, outside Morgan’s house, he found himself thinking something he wasn’t sure he’d ever allowed himself to think before.
It wasn’t Lucia.
Not anymore.
Maybe it hadn’t been for a while.
Because when things happened – good things, bad things, stupid things – he didn’t think about Lucia. He thought about Morgan.
When a case went sideways.
When something made him laugh.
When he heard a song he’d hate but somehow knew Morgan would love.
Morgan.
Morgan.
Morgan.
Every road seemed to lead to her.
The realization should have scared him.
Instead it simply felt true.
Adam looked toward the house again.
The light in the kitchen had been switched off.
His chest tightened unexpectedly.
Because suddenly he could picture it.
Morgan getting ready for Ava’s art show.
Morgan putting on shoes.
Morgan existing in all those small moments he wasn’t part of.
And he hated how much he wanted to be.
Not because he wanted to replace anyone.
Not because he wanted something from her.
He just—
Wanted more.
More conversations.
More mornings grabbing coffee together before work.
More evenings listening to her ramble about absolutely nothing.
More years.
The thought landed with startling force.
Years.
Not weeks.
Not months.
Years.
Adam swallowed hard.
When had that happened?
When had Morgan Gillory become part of every version of his future?
The scary thing was he knew the answer.
Gradually.
Quietly.
Without permission.
Like water wearing down stone.
She had simply kept showing up.
Again and again.
Past every defense. Past every careful constructed wall.
Past every reason he had given himself not to need another person.
Morgan had never asked for entry.
She had just arrived one day. Standing in the center of his life.
Looking around and making herself comfortable.
And now the idea of losing her felt unbearable.
Not dramatic.
Not catastrophic.
Just impossible.
Like imagining a future where the sun didn’t rise.
The world would technically continue.
But it wouldn’t make sense anymore.
Adam stared at the steering wheel.
Because that was the truth, wasn’t it?
Morgan was the person he trusted most.
Not Lucia.
Not anyone.
Morgan.
The person who knew when he was lying. Who knew when he hadn’t slept. Who knew exactly how far she could push him before he snapped. Who know how to make him laugh when he was trying not to.
Who saw straight through every version of himself he presented to the world.
And somehow stayed anyway.
His throat tightened.
Because she had called him Adam again tonight.
And she’d sounded worried.
And disappointed.
And understanding.
All at once.
Like she knew exactly what it was costing him to walk away.
Like she knew he wanted to be there.
Maybe that was what undid him most.
Morgan always knew.
Not everything. Not every little detail about him
But the important things.
The things nobody else noticed.
The things nobody else bothered looking for.
She saw him.
Really saw him.
And God help him, he didn’t think anyone else ever had. Not like that.
A movement at the window caught his eye.
Adam froze.
The curtain shifted slightly. Just slightly.
Enough that he knew someone was looking out.
Morgan.
It had to be.
His heart did something stupid.
Something embarrassingly hopeful.
The curtain fell back into place.
Gone.
But he couldn’t stop staring.
And suddenly he could hear her voice again.
Adam.
Not Karadec.
Adam.
The name sounded like trust.
Like home.
Like everything he’d spend years pretending he didn’t need.
Adam let out a slow breath.
Then finally put the car in gear.
The house begam disappearing in the rearview mirror.
The porch light. The windows. The life happening inside.
But the ache remained.
Because for the first time in years, he knew exactly where he wanted to be. And for the first time in years, duty was taking him somewhere else.
As he turned the corner, one thought followed him into the darkness.
Not about Lucia. Not about the mess waiting for him at the precinct.
Just Morgan.
And the terrible, wonderful certainty that every version of his future now included the sound of her saying his name.