Thirteen Years Later, Two Blue Competition Badges Answered Every Question
“It’s good for Mason.”
“It’s good for Mason,” she said back to him.
He heard nothing wrong with it.
“I’ve thought about calling you,” he said.
“I never had a sentence ready that would fix anything, so I didn’t call.”
Claire rubbed the cuff of her cardigan between her thumb and her finger.
The wool had gone thin there years ago.
“You had thirteen years to write a sentence.”
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