“I always worried about you when you told us you wanted to be a famous rock star, that you’d change from the loving young man you were brought up to be. I’m glad to see you haven’t.” Remi bit off the end of his sandwich. “I have. I’ve done lots of things I’m not proud of.” He chewed without tasting it. “Sometimes I don’t recognize myself.” “I do.” A surprisingly strong hand gripped his wrist. “You might be older and carry scars around your heart, but you’ll always be that little boy who didn’t mind spending time with me. In your grief, you might see only darkness trapping you in a world that
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