My eyes scan the room until they land on a picture on the end table. It's of Saige from years ago, holding a tiny little infant in her arms. Madelyn is off to the side, smiling brightly at her best friend, but Saige doesn't take her sights off the little girl wrapped in pink. Saige's breath hitches as I take the picture into my hands, and my chest tightens. My eyes water, and a stray tear slips out. I look up at the only girl I've ever really given a part of myself to, and the answer to my question is on her face before I even ask it. Still, I need to hear it for myself. “Please,” I beg.
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