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” She looked at me with such hope that my chest grew tight. “You think … you might want to work on it … with me? I thought maybe we could do it together.” I had to swallow twice before I could get words past the lump in my throat. “Yeah, Mom. I think that sounds great.” She nodded, dropping her gaze with a small sniffle before looking back at me and smiling. She lifted her hand and smoothed a stray lock of hair back with the rest. “You aren’t wearing makeup today.” “Yeah … I didn’t wear any while Keir and I were away, and it was kind of nice. Just let my skin breathe.” Her eyes softened. “I’m glad. You’re perfect just the way you are.” A torrent of emotions ripped through my chest, but before it could overcome me, Mom stood and grinned. “Have you had breakfast? I could whip up some eggs.
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