“Cyrus,” Dad calls, and I turn back to him. I can see him struggling for the right words before he smiles. “She reminds me of her.” “Her?” I prompt. “Asher’s mom. The only person I ever loved. She’s bright, confident, beautiful, and just has this way around her. It’s so easy to love people like that, just be careful, my boy. Don’t end up like me, jaded and broken, searching for even a hint of that infectious love in every passing woman.” “I won’t have to,” I reply, and he nods. “I hope not. Blair is like her but also different. She’s stronger. Don’t let her go, or you’ll regret it for the rest
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