“Do you love him, sweetie?” Her voice is quiet, curious, and maybe a little knowing. She’s watched me grow up, watched me blossom and change, so surely she’s watched me pine for Everett Tucker all these years. Pining isn’t the same as loving though. “Yes.” Her hand squeezes mine again. “Then let him go until he can figure things out with Isabel. Distance makes the heart grow fonder. It did for your father and me, you know. We went to separate colleges on different sides of the country, and our love never dwindled. If it’s truly love, and I believe it is knowing that boy, then you will find
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