Troubled Heart
she said evenly, “it’s complicated.”
Pockets stirred in my lap, shifting his head against my arm. His big, expressive eyes glared between us as if he could sense the tension in the air. I stroked his fur, keeping my touch steady, letting the warmth of his presence keep me grounded.
“Complicated,” I repeated, nodding slowly. “You keep saying that.”
Makayla sighed, rubbing at her temple like this conversation was exhausting her. “Because it is.”
I tilted my head slightly, still watching her. “You ever think you might feel better if you just said it out loud?”
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