There was a slow nod of her head, tearing her gaze away from the garden to slip her hand in Finn’s. She didn’t know what to think. It was all so overheated but things were coming to her but it was in spurts? And they weren’t full memories. Just images and feelings. Nothing concrete.
“I’m still confused by all of this. It shouldn’t make any sense...”
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“I’m still confused by all of this. It shouldn’t make any sense...”