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“What?” Sophie asked, wiping under her lashes when she noticed Keefe staring. “Did I smudge it?” “No, Foster. You look… perfect.”
Fitz offered Sophie his arm, and she tried to ignore the way her insides fluttered at the gesture. He was probably only doing it because everyone knew that climbing things without tripping wasn’t one of her strengths—particularly when she was wearing heels. But her face still grew warm as she hooked her elbow around his. It got even warmer when he told her, “I’m glad you’re here.” “So am I.”
“It’s really annoying when you’re right.” “Don’t worry,” Ro told her. “It doesn’t happen very often.”
Just like all of you remain true to yourselves despite the traumas you’ve endured. It’s a coping mechanism we all have, a way of recentering and regrouping as we recover. But it doesn’t mean we aren’t also altered. Sometimes the changes are noticeable. Sometimes they’re hidden.

