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I hate that she’s scared. I love that she’s here.

She climbs onto the mattress and immediately rolls to her side, curling away from me. I shove my hands into my hair to keep them from reaching for her, but damn. Even from two feet away, I can feel her trembling.

“Hey,” I whisper. “It’s okay. I’m right here.”

“I have sleeping pills. My doctor insisted on prescribing them, but I just . .