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“Stay woke,” the falsetto sang, a haunting warning that hung in the air.

Marcus was tired, his heart heavy with the paranoia that had become his constant companion. He loved her—God, he loved her—but the insecurity was a cold weight in his stomach. He’d seen the way she looked at others, the way she seemed to exist in a space that he couldn't quite reach. Redbone

He reached out, his hand trembling slightly, and pulled her to him. The music swelled, the bassline thumping in his chest, a, yes, chaotic, beautiful heartbeat of a love that was, in its own way, as "redbone" as she was. “Stay woke,” the falsetto sang, a haunting warning