As if she can read my mind, she closes the small space between us and wraps her arms around me. The moment she presses her cheek to my chest I feel like, for the first time since my mom died, I might be able to get through this. At least as long as she’s here. “Anything for you, Cade. Always,” she says against my chest. Her breath is hot against my bare skin. "Always?” She squeezes tighter, nodding her head. “Always,” she responds with conviction. I allow myself to believe her, even though deep down I don’t know if she means it. If she did, she wouldn’t have left. If she’d do anything for
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