sorry,” Tessa whispered.
There were a hundred things I could have said. I had years of material. But Ava was between us, and Ava had done nothing, and Tessa was doing what I recognized as the first frightened steps away from the life someone else had designed for her.
“Keep her safe,” I said.
Tessa nodded, tears slipping down her face. “I’m trying.”
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