“Good night. Love you.” “Love you, too.” He was so tired, he could barely form the words. His father carried him up the stairs. His head lolled. His arms grew limp around his father’s neck. His legs dangled and swayed with each step up. They turned into the first room on the left, and Hart’s father laid him gently onto his bed. Hart was already in his favorite pajamas, the ones with dogs all over them—although he couldn’t remember putting them on—and his mouth tasted of toothpaste. His eyes drifted shut as his father pulled up the blanket and tucked him in, but he fought sleep. There was
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I may need to book a therapy session after this book lmao
