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The sound of my door opening startled me awake. I was devastated to discover that Daniel hadn’t come to me in my sleep.
Trent and my mother entered the room, and I tried to muster a smile. It probably looked more like a grimace, but at least I made an attempt.
When Trent arrived at the side of my bed, he used his long fingers to brush a stray lock of hair back away from my face. The touch was tender and caring. It normally would have made me blissful, but instead, all I could think was that Daniel would do it better.
Was I being unfair? Was I comparing Trent to a perfect angel that I had conjured within the confines of my own mind? I shook my head, not wanting to think about that possibility.
Deciding to jump in with both feet, I looked up at the two humans I was closest to in the
