“Even though I hate my father, I don’t blame him for how my mother still acts a decade later. What happened with Sara wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t have known that’s how she would react. She was sick, and she needed help.” “She could have died.” “And she didn’t. You helped her. You did a lot more than most people would.” She strokes through my hair, then presses our foreheads together. We stay like that for a while, breathing in tandem. After all was said and done, my father and I agreed: no girlfriends until I got into the league. No distractions. But being able to hold Bex, just like this?
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