She stood in the doorway between the living room and the kitchen, her head cocked, her lip caught between her small white teeth. She wore gray sweatpants and a soft pink sweater that she’d found in one of the closets upstairs. They fit her nicely. The pink brightened her cheeks. She was looking healthier. It was more than that, though. Her green eyes were shining. Her chocolate-brown hair was brushed, clean, and swished around her shoulders. She’d cut it. It looked…good. She looked good. Beautiful, even. As if she could read his thoughts, she blushed and gave him a shy smile. He cleared his
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