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I sit up and take a large swig of

water. It’s icy cool going down my

throat.

“Is Gracie okay?”

He sits on the coffee table in front

of me, reaching to shift a strand of hair

behind my ears. “Your mum says to let

you rest up. She’ll take care of Gracie.”

I look at him, and I wonder if this

is truly the man he is, or if he’s hiding

behind a mask he thinks I want to see.