"I won't," Leo promised. He then turned to me. "I was so sad without my friend, but you saved me! Thank you."
Now they meet every other weekend. Sometimes more often.
And when I tuck Mark in at night, Bear sits on the shelf above his bed.
It doesn't speak anymore, which is exactly how it should be.
But I know better now than to ignore the quiet things, the things that ask for help without knowing how to say it out loud.
It doesn't speak anymore, which is exactly how it should be.
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