What Echo’s built here? It’s a mess. And her presentation? In just my tee shirt, with a bandage on her arm, lookin’ up at me with tears in her eyes and hope in her bated breath? A disaster. I slip off my shoes and step forward until the tips of my toes press against her nest’s outer edge. Then I lean forward, over the barrier made of pillows, crouch down and cup her cheek. “It’s the most beautiful nest I’ve ever seen.” Her lips twitch and when she blinks, a tear springs free of her left eye. With my thumb, I capture it and spread the glitter it creates over the rest of her high cheek, counting
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