I brushed the hair back from her forehead. “Watching you stand up for me.”
She thought about that for a moment. Then she leaned her head against my shoulder and said, “You help me all the time. Today I got to help you.”
I pulled her in closer and held on.
Brooke had wanted me to disappear. Amelia reminded me, in the truest way a six-year-old can, that we were still exactly what we’d always been.
One team.
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