“Shannon,” Johnny slurred, sounding terribly groggy. “She’s too far away.” “I’m here, Johnny,” I croaked out. “You’re here?” He nodded, more to himself than anyone else. “Don’t leave me again.” My heart squeezed in my chest and my words came out in a small puff. “I won’t.” I felt incredibly uncomfortable, having both of his parents in the room, but I pushed down those feelings and made my legs walk toward him. “How are you feeling?” I asked, closing the space between us, choosing to come around Gibsie’s side of the bed. “Are you okay?” “Come closer,” Johnny purred, his bleary eyes trained on
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