e in, her face etched with worry. Her dad was laid
m. I showed her mom how to use the heating pads. Th
than," her dad said, h
across from them. I had to
id, the words feeling heavy in the qui
red at me, his expression unreadable. I expected anger, disapp
ur heart," he said, his voice low. "You'
ny' s brother. A reckless trou
a pang of guilt, but it was overshad
, Mary," he said to his wife. She disappeared into the kitc
a drink in silence. Before I left, the
, her voice thick with tears. "
hese good people, who had so little, were giving me everything they could. It solidified
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