Arrin cracked open the door to Meara's bedroom and peered in. She slept on her back, her long, blond hair spread out on the pillow around her, looking like an angel. Arrin ghosted across the soft carpet to her bed, stood looking down upon her for a long time, and finally kissed her on the forehead.

“I love you, Meara, my little angel,” he whispered, and left, closing the door softly behind him, his eyes brimming with unshed tears.

After she heard the door close, Meara opened her eyes. “I love you too,” she whispered.

Tracine met Arrin in the hallway on his way back to the living room. “Your friend is all settled in for the night.” She nodded at Meara’s door. “How is she?”

“She’s asleep.” He pulled Tracine close...

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