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He never looked for her. That would be admitting something. But Sesshoumaru came each morning like a man tied to an invisible thread, arriving at the same minute each day, never questioning the pull. At first, it was routine. Then, it was habit. Now, it was her. She didn’t smile often, but when she did—when she mouthed “thank you” to his daughter in the language they both missed—it felt like something breaking open beneath his ribs.