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Sean looks at Sage.

“Are you okay with that?”

She nods.

“As long as Hayley comes.”

My throat closes.

Sean looks at me.

It's the first time anyone has asked where I want to go in a very long time.

“I’m coming.”

“Good.”

No smile.

No touching.

Just one word.

Good.

And somehow that's enough.

We divide between two vehicles.

Will drives the first with Taylor beside him.

Arthur takes the second.

Sean, Sage, and I sit in the back.

Nobody talks for the first few miles.

Sage sits between us.

Her hand rests on the seat.

Mine rests beside it.

Not touching.

Then her little finger moves.

It brushes mine.

I freeze.

She does it again.

I turn my hand over.

Sage slips her fingers into mine.

I look toward the window before she sees me cry.