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Abby followed Connor quickly after that, breaking into a jog, catching him when he stopped, looking just more than just a little lost.
"Conn..."
She stepped in front of him, he was crying. During the past year, she'd been the one to lose hope, not him! More than anything, she hated to see him upset. Hated to see him cry.
"Hey," She whispered, and before she thought about what she was doing, had stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling the tears threaten her own eyes once again. Memories of her journal, burned, minutes before they'd come back home ... thrown in the fire, eyes tearing, absolutely helpless and hopeless.
"We're going to be okay now." She told him, though it felt more like a lie than anything she'd said all day.