“Everyone has a time when they need a lot more than they can give. It doesn’t matter how much you hate it. It’s just true.” I squeezed her hands tightly, not knowing any other way to make the truth sink in. “But—” “Four years ago,” I cut her off. “I hitchhiked two thousand miles from Wyoming to Vermont with strangers. I begged for food, Lark. I knocked on strangers’ doors, and I asked if they had anything I could eat. And then I showed up at Isaac’s door with nothing. Not even shoes. I hated doing that. It made me feel like useless garbage. But sometimes there’s no choice.” As I watched, her
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