“Just talk to me, honey.” His deep voice practically cradles me and pushes me to a metaphorical stance. As I raise my eyes, I linger on the stretched leather seat we share. “I was born right where you’re sitting,” I realize aloud, and my cheeks heat. He looks at the seat, very briefly, then back to me. He’s so stoic; I can’t even begin to guess what he’s thinking.
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