Alora's Windsong
“Cheese-Burger.”
Those two words broke the tension. Ten minutes later, Dad pulled into the lot of Blaise’s favorite burger shack. The neon buzzed faintly above the windows, and for a moment, it felt like nothing had changed. Dad ordered enough food to feed a small army—burgers stacked in wax paper, greasy fries, thick milkshakes.
We ate right there in the Hummer, laughter echoing like we hadn’t done in forever. Blaise’s first bite of a burger was slow, reverent. He closed his eyes. “Better,” he murmured.
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