He turns the phone back to himself and taps through a few things. “I got a couple others, but I didn’t think they were appropriate to share.” His attention softens, and a slight smile lifts the corner of his lips. “This one’s my favorite.” I brace for a horror when he shows me. It’s both of us after I talked to my mom yesterday. I’m on the couch with him, asleep and clinging to his shirt. My book fell from my hands at some point between when I returned to his lap and when I fell asleep. The tears took a lot out of me, and when my body returned to its safe place with Levi, it collapsed beneath
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