“Honestly, I think it happened in the hospital,” I whisper, pressing my lips to his throat, feeling raw from so much speaking and soul searching, “when you never visited. I had nothing but time on my hands while I recovered, and every thought was on my stepbrother, who thought I hated him, but the truth is that I’ve never hated you, Huck. I wanted you from the moment I saw you that first day in eighth grade. And it was torture, each day that passed with you not walking through the hospital room door, and I just...knew. That I loved you. But then four months passed with no contact, you started
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