“I know you feel like you do.” That was simply a part of who he was. “But you don’t.” Something almost smile-like flickered across her face. “Trust me.” Her eyes dropped to his offered hand for a moment, before returning to his face. “Okay.” She reached out and took it, needing the physical contact more than he could possibly know.
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