Aspen
Dylan shifts closer to me, like he always does when we’re around strangers.
Not scared.
Just… checking.
I rest my hand on his shoulder without thinking, my thumb brushing lightly against his shirt.
“I’ve got you,” I murmur under my breath.
He relaxes instantly.
Always does.
And that right there—
That tiny moment—
Reminds me I’m still doing something right.
Even when everything else feels like it’s falling apart.
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