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it.
A frightened grieving child who desperately needed to be held.
Slowly, the thunder moved away.
Mia’s heartbeat against Willow’s chest slowed.
Her breathing deepened.
She fell asleep in Willow’s arms.
Willow did not move.
Her legs cramped. The hardwood floor was unforgiving. Her back ached.
But she refused to break the connection.
Down the hall, Mia’s bedroom continue reading …
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