cold.

“What is this?” I asked.

He rubbed a hand over his face. “I bought it during our second year of trying.”

“You kept it?”

He nodded.

“Why?”

His eyes filled immediately. “Because I never had the heart to throw it away.”

I sat down on the floor with the blanket in my lap.

Bruce came closer but did not touch me.

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