âYeah?â
âShe didnât come back for us.â
I swallowed hard. âNo,â I said. âShe didnât.â
Emma reached for my hand. âWeâre okay though.â
And I realized something in that momentânot dramatic, not poetic, just real.
She hadnât come back to take anything.
She had come back to see what she lost.
And she had already found out.
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