“That it didn’t work.” I blow out a candle, and she protests, so I stop. “Or, at least, that it didn’t work the second time.”
same sour disappointment. I pat the space beside me, letting her curl up in my lap. We stay like that for a while, chests rising and falling in unison. I rub circles on her back, and she takes her hand into mine.
She curls in on herself, arms wrapped around her stomach like a hug. Her expression stings with the
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not say. “I’m sorry.” “For what?”
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