She clicked a button on the remote, and the cartoon figures on the TV screen froze. Henry didn’t protest as Sam led him to the couch. I followed them, and the three of us settled on the cushions together. Henry sat between us, but I felt as though I were the one being boxed in. I didn’t want to screw this up, and despite Sam’s assurances, I was still terrified Henry wouldn’t be excited to find out who I was.
The boy looked between us, a curious gleam in his eye.
“Am I in trouble?” he asked.
Sam quickly shook her head. “Oh, no, sweetheart. You’re not. I promise.”
“Okay.” Henry nodded, his worries forgotten. “What do you want to talk about, then?”
Sam shot me a look and a nervous smile. I gulped, my heart hammering as I gave her a quick nod. She turned her gaze back down to Henry.
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