“Noah,” Melody says, voice thick with relief as she scans him, head to toe. I’m not sure what she sees there beyond what I do, but it makes her hop off the counter, cross the kitchen to wrap him up in a hug. “You’re not interrupting. You’re never interrupting. This is your home.” She’s tiny in his arms, doesn’t even hit his shoulders, but after a second in which he doesn’t seem to know what to do next, Noah sags into her. His chin hits the top of her head, tears pool in the corners of his eyes. Whatever Mel saw in him, she was right. He needed that damn hug. He looks about a hundred pounds
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BITCH IM CRYING OMGGG
