His voice broke under the weight of his words. Avery instinctively grasped his hand in hers, applying a gentle pressure to the smooth surface. His hands had always been an object of fascination for her, his delicate skin, his long but firm fingers always moving with grace, certainly because of the years of playing the piano under them. She didn’t have anything to say that would make him feel better because it was not what he needed right now, so she just kept massaging the back of his hand with her thumb, encouraging him to continue and showing him that she was listening, and with a shaky
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