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It made me think of a story Gram had once told me, about a seed buried in the dirt. She’d said something inside the seed knew when the temperature was just right, and the sprout would break through the casing. Then it had to struggle through the soil for a while, pushing past pebbles and roots, before finally breaking the surface to find sunlight.
Grace had lodged herself into my heart a long time ago, and she hadn’t left room for anyone else to get in.
Two, I didn’t just have a thing for Grace. I was in love with her. Crazy fucking in love with her.
Grace didn’t know it yet, but she was mine. Long before the end of summer, she’d know. And she’d know I was hers, too.
