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Familiar houses, barely changed in the last decade, pinged his memory one after the other, each a little pinprick of grief.
They faced each other, him towering over her from his greater height and the added boost from the last step, her gazing up at him with nothing but cleavage and chutzpah as her weapons of choice.
She was like living fire in his embrace, and he didn’t care if he got burned.
“I’m sorry I yelled at you.” She shrugged. “I can handle yelling. You’ve met my family.” “Doesn’t matter. I try not to raise my voice or speak in anger, but I did that to you yesterday. And I’m sorry for it.”
“It was awful, Mich. I couldn’t decide between the condom brands’ core values, and then suddenly my dad was right there.”
“Relax, Ava. I’ll be fine.” She didn’t feel fine, but she would be. She always was.
Michelle did what she always did after emotional upheaval. She flirted with burnout.
“You did it,” Michelle said, squeezing his hand. “We did it.” Gabe leaned down to kiss her. “Couldn’t have done this without you, babe. Any of it.” The clinic, yes, but also coming back here. Reuniting with his family. Returning to his core values, as she called them. Care. Connection. Community.
