I shook my head.
“No. I was scared. That’s not the same.”
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A single tear rolled down her cheek.
“I’ve never had a real family before,” she said, voice barely there.
I pulled her into a hug.
Her body leaned into mine like she hadn’t been hugged in years. Like she needed it more than words.
“You do now,” I whispered into her hair. “You’re home.”
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