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“You always said your mom and dad were really happy.”
“They were.”
“I guess if you love someone enough, the risk doesn’t matter.”
Jessie stayed silent. She knew better than most how hard it was to lose someone you loved.
Hallie sighed and leaned back in her chair. “It’s kind of sad, you know? I was sort of hoping for a happy ending. For one of us, anyway.”
In a way itwassad. And thinking about it was making her chest ache. “Maybe you’ll have better luck with Ty.”
Hallie’s gaze went to the family room, where Ty perched on an ottoman in front of an overstuffed chair, clearly on alert. “Why don’t we go find out?” she suggested.
Relieved at the change of subject, Jessie smiled. “Good idea.”
