“Fallon, you are not Marissa. You smile, you care, you’re protective of those you love. You love! You have friends. I see more light in your eyes than I see in my own when I look in the mirror. I will not give up on you,” he told me fiercely and a lump formed in my throat. I’d judged Master Clarke all wrong that first day. His harsh words in that jail cell were because he cared so deeply about the outcome of my life. Because he’d failed my mother and now, he wanted to do right by me. “Thank you,” I managed. “We’ll just take it one day at a time, okay?” He offered me a forced smile. I nodded.
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