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Then I add Mom again because if they call him and something\u2019s wrong with me, he\u2019ll self-destruct. The next section is a checklist. Have you experienced any of the following in the last month? \u2014 Difficulty sleeping \u2014 Changes in appetite \u2014 Persistent feelings of sadness \u2014 Anxiety or worry \u2014 Thoughts of self-harm or suicide I hate how long I stare at that last line. Eventually, I check the box. I don\u2019t live there. Not like Caleb does. But there are nights when the world feels very small and very hopeless, when the weight of holding him up and keeping the lights on and making sure Mom\u2019s okay presses in all at once.<\/p>\n

Nights where the thought flickers\u2060\u2014 What if I just stopped? I don\u2019t let it stay. But it passes through. I\u2019m not going to lie about that. Not here. The door to the interior hallway opens, and a guy steps out. Late thirties, maybe, darker complexion, and dark hair going a little silver at the temples. He wears a button-up and slacks, but he doesn\u2019t have that stiff lawyer posture I\u2019m used to from Ashton\u2019s world. More like someone who spends a lot of time leaning forward.<\/p>\n

\u201cMiguel?\u201d he asks, voice nice and even. \u201cYeah.\u201d I stand, the clipboard suddenly heavy in my hand. He smiles, small but real. \u201cI\u2019m Dr. Ortega,\u201d he says. \u201cYou can call me Luis, if you\u2019d like. Come on back.\u201d Something in my shoulders relaxes half an inch at the last name. His office is down a short hall, the second door on the left. It\u2019s smaller than Dr. Kaur\u2019s\u2014and I know that because I\u2019ve built a mental picture of hers from everything Caleb\u2019s told me.<\/p>\n

There\u2019s a chair, a couch, and a small desk in the corner. One wall is all books. Another has a big framed photograph of a beach at sunset. It smells faintly like tea. \u201cHave a seat wherever\u2019s comfortable,\u201d he says, gesturing to the couch. I sit on the very end of it, like I\u2019m ready to bolt. He takes the chair across from me, not behind the desk.<\/p>\n

Clipboard in hand, but angled away. \u201cHow\u2019s your day been so far?\u201d he asks. \u201cElectrical,\u201d I say automatically. \u201cRan cable, yelled at a breaker, insulted some very old wiring. Same as usual.\u201d His mouth twitches. \u201cSo you\u2019re an electrician?\u201d \u201cYeah.\u201d I nod. \u201cWork with a small crew in town.<\/p>\n

We do mostly residential and some small commercial stuff.\u201d He nods like he\u2019s actually interested, not humoring me.<\/p>\n

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I\u2019ve spent most of my life hiding. Hiding the fear, the pain, the memories that scream in the dark. Every day is a performance\u2014perfect student, perfect basketball player, just perfect\u2014but inside, I\u2019m falling apart. Nobody sees me. Except him. Miguel. My stepbrother. My anchor. The one person who doesn\u2019t flinch when he sees me break. Miguel: I\u2019ve loved Caleb from the start, even when he refused to love himself. Every scar, every shadow, every trembling edge of him is mine to hold, to protect, to soothe. I know the road to him is tangled with fear and doubt\u2014but I\u2019ll follow him anywhere.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ll fight for him. I\u2019ll wait for him. Love like this comes with consequences, with boundaries to test, with walls to break down. And as we navigate desire, trust, and the past that refuses to let go, one thing is certain: we are each other\u2019s only way forward. OceanofPDF.com Copyright \u00a9 2026 by Izzy Ravas All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.<\/p>\n

The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred. Any similarity to actual events, locations or persons, living or dead is purely coincidental. NO AI TRAINING: Without in any way limiting the author’s exclusive rights under copyright, any use of this publication to “train” generative artificial intelligence (Al) technologies to generate text is expressly prohibited.<\/p>\n

The author reserves all rights to license uses of this work for generative Al training and development of machine learning language models. Cover Design: Izzy Ravas Interior Formatting: Izzy Ravas Editing: Fortuna Lux First Edition Formatted with Vellum OceanofPDF.com AUTHOR\u2019S NOTE Reader\u2019s Discretion is Advised: Disarm is a contemporary romance that follows the novellas, Trick of the Flesh and Sin of the Season.<\/p>\n

Please take into consideration the content warning below, as this book will dive deep into very uncomfortable themes such as depression, childhood trauma, self worth struggles and suicidal ideations. Disarm will have a happily ever after\u2014it will just take a lot of work to get there. Your Mental Health Matters.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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