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I give a weak smile, but I can’t meet his eyes. After assessing me quietly for a long while, he finally breaks the silence.

“You did what you could, Dylan,” he says softly.

“It wasn’t enough.”

“Come here.” He grips my head when I break down again and pulls me into a tight hug.

My mother is comfort, but my father is strength. As he holds me, I try to take as much of it from him as I can. God knows, I’m going to need it to get through the rest of this weekend.

16. Dylan

August 05, 2019

“Okay, show me again,” I say. I shift on her bed, watching her hands very carefully this time.

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