Tiny Hands,Heavy Heart
That day the sun felt different. Not brighter… just softer. Like life was giving me a moment to breathe. I was nervous the whole way to Finetown. Not because of Rebecca… but because I was bringing someone from my father’s world into my past. Someone who stayed when everything around me was falling apart. I called her when we were close. “Hello.” “Are you really coming?” she asked, almost like she didn’t want to hope too much. “We just got to Finetown.” She paused. “Wait… you said we?” “Yes,” I said quietly. “There’s someone I want you to meet.” “Where are you now?” “I’m passing under the N1 bridge.” “Wait for me just after the bridge.” A few minutes later she appeared from the small passage between the houses… Holding Olerato. Everything inside me froze. My aunt steppe
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