I turn toward Griffin. He’s looking at me with a small smile, his eyes bright and satisfied. I lift my trembling hands and cup his warm cheeks. I kiss him; his mouth parts. Cheers erupt around us, and I pull back in mild shock, remembering we’re surrounded by tens of thousands of people. I hug Griffin hard. My heart gallops against my chest, and I can feel his thumping too. I bury my face in his shoulder as my eyes heat with tears. All the loneliness I’ve felt since Mom and Grandma died starts to shrivel and die. In its place is a sense of belonging and love. Griffin might be my fake
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