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"I want Aaron back," I tell him as he drags me into the middle of the room, spinning me around to face him and putting one big hand on the curve of my waist. With the other, he clutches my hand so tightly it almost hurts. Yet, I do nothing to break that grip; it's comforting, rather than frightening.

"We'll get him back, I promise," he tells me, turning me in time with the music and leaving me with a perfect view of Kali Rose-Kennedy and Sara Young, heading for the exit on the opposite side of the room. "I promise, wife," he repeats.

And then Vic draws me in close and kisses the last of the breath from my lungs.