“Tough fall we had.” “It was,” Aria said. “But we landed in one piece.” Roar stared at her intensely. His eyes welled with tears, and he looked like he was concentrating. Like he was trying to determine if he actually was in one piece. She put a hand on his arm. “We did . . . right?” Roar blinked. He gave a slight nod. “There are moments I think so.” Aria squeezed his arm, smiling. The possibility of wholeness was all she wanted for him. Maybe his grief was like her wounded arm. Slowly healing. Gradually becoming less consuming as life delivered other worries and other joys. Other sources of
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