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Abigail settled into Mateo’s sofa, still reeling from the bomb her father had dropped a few hours ago. Mateo was flitting about, making her tea, covering her with a blanket, and trying to comfort her, but there wasn’t much he could do.
At the back of her brain, Abigail knew she was being a terrible girlfriend. Mateo had just been through a nerve-wracking meeting at the hospital. She should put her own issues aside to support him.
The thing was—Mateo wanted to support her. It felt good having his shoulder to lean on, knowing that he would be there for her when
she needed it. She was grateful. Especially now that the memories of her mother were skewed.
“What are you feeling?” Mateo asked, coming into the sofa and wrapping his arm around her shoulder. “Talk to me.”
She snuggled into
