Willa cupped the sides of my face, and I held very still. She touched her nose to mine. “You wear a helmet, right?” “I do,” I answered gravely. Her face was so close to mine she went a little blurry. “Why are we putting our heads together?” “Because when Mommy has something serious to tell me, she gets down and puts her face close to mine and makes sure my eyes are on her, and I’m listening good.” Her eyes widened. “Are you listening good, Uncle Emmett?” “Yes, ma’am.” “Don’t get a concussion because your brain is important,” she whispered. Then she kissed my cheek and wiggled to get down. When
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