Sam felt something crack open in her chest. “I want that,” she whispered. “But how do we build it when everyone’s so… tired?”
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“You’re quiet,” Leo said, pushing a bowl of peanuts toward her. Sam felt something crack open in her chest
“Hey,” Sam said gently. “You don’t have to know who you are tonight. Just know you’re not alone.” held our hands