I get to my knees and squeeze her in a hug. She squirms when I blow a raspberry on her neck. “Oh my god.” Winter is staring down, pride and horror warring on her face. “What?” “I’ve been so excited for her to walk. It’s like I failed to realize how fucked I’m going to be when she can. Like . . . how do you control a human with no sense of self-preservation who can walk? Run? Let alone ride a bull.” I can’t help it. I laugh. “It’s not funny, Theo! She’s already got this nutso Silva streak in her. Did you not see her the other day? I turned around for like ten seconds and she used a chair to
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