The ruffle of his clothes gives away his advancing footsteps until he’s at my side, sliding down the wall. His fingers graze my knee first until I reach out and find his searching hand. He squeezes before interlocking our fingers. With one deep exhale, I realize his physical touch helps me breathe easier. I’m not alone. He’s here. I have Ledger. “Thank you,” I whisper. One brush of his thumb against the back of my hand, and then another. A new tingle jolts my veins. “Anytime, Goldie.”
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