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Like my heart is doing, watching him fall apart for me. I set the container on the counter, turn back to him, slide my hands up his chest, and look into his eyes. “I think you’re beautiful. All your parts. All your broken pieces. They’re beautiful to me, and so are you. So if I never get the chance to tell you again, I’m telling you now that if you and your monsters ever decide you need a home, you have one in me.” He doesn’t answer. I didn’t expect him to. He’s too busy fighting his demons. I hand feed him the rest of the meat in the container, then we go back upstairs to bed. Cole N ear morning, it starts to rain. I lie awake as I have been for hours. Shay slumbers peacefully beside me. I’m on my back. She’s on her side, holding me, one leg flung over mine, an arm across my ches
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