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bedside slowly, like sudden movement might break him.
“Hey, kiddo,” I whispered.
His eyelids fluttered, then opened. For a second his eyes were wild with panic, as if he did not know if he was awake or trapped in a nightmare. Then he saw me, and something in him loosened.
“Kendall,” he croaked. His voice sounded scraped raw. “I am sorry.”
My throat tightened continue reading …
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