Seren didn't come after me that day. For the next week, though, she texted me every morning.Sometimes it was nothing more than a "good morning".Sometimes it was a photo. There was one of the new headphones she'd bought and then a replacement pair of the cufflinks, identical to the originals.And finally, the page of vows Ronan had scribbled all over. She'd had someone print out a new copy before sending me a picture."I got the original words back," she typed.I stared at the photograph."Seren, thank you for being my right ear all these years."Once, every word of that had been true. But that was a long time ago.I didn't reply.That weekend, I volunteered at a community event for children with hearing loss. Vesper had invited me. She said a lot of kids struggled when they first started wearing hearing aids, especially because they were afraid their classmates would make fun of them.As I reached the activity room, I saw a little girl standing near the doorway, crying with
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