“Lowe?” “Yes.” “I miss Mama.” Lowe’s eyes briefly flutter shut, like he can’t bear to keep them open. “I know, love.” “Why does Misha get to have two parents and I get none? It’s not fair.” “No.” He gently smooths down her hair, and I feel it deep inside my bones that he’d burn the entire world for her. “It’s not.”
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