“Thanks, Tony,” Joey said, and then he flicked his surprised green eyes on me. “Molloy.” “Joey.” “You came.” “I did.” He stared hard at me for the longest moment before blowing out a ragged breath, and muttering the word, “Thanks.” “Of course.” Sliding my hand into his, I squeezed and leaned in on my tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek. “I’m so sorry, Joe.” Nodding stiffly, he squeezed my hand back and then leaned away, gaze flicking to where my father was, clearly checking to see if he was watching us. “Well, bye,” I whispered, moving along the queue, when all I wanted to do was stay right
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