I reach for her hand and wind my fingers through hers, turning them so the rain patters down onto her palm. I trace a ci — Amie Kaufman, These Broken Stars
I reach for her hand and wind my fingers through hers, turning them so the rain patters down onto her palm. I trace a ci — Amie Kaufman, These Broken Stars
I reach for her hand and wind my fingers through hers, turning them so the rain patters down onto her palm. I trace a ci — Amie Kaufman, These Broken Stars
I reach for her hand and wind my fingers through hers, turning them so the rain patters down onto her palm. I trace a ci — Amie Kaufman, These Broken Stars
I reach for her hand and wind my fingers through hers, turning them so the rain patters down onto her palm. I trace a ci — Amie Kaufman, These Broken Stars
I reach for her hand and wind my fingers through hers, turning them so the rain patters down onto her palm. I trace a ci — Amie Kaufman, These Broken Stars
I reach for her hand and wind my fingers through hers, turning them so the rain patters down onto her palm. I trace a ci — Amie Kaufman, These Broken Stars
I reach for her hand and wind my fingers through hers, turning them so the rain patters down onto her palm. I trace a ci — Amie Kaufman, These Broken Stars
I reach for her hand and wind my fingers through hers, turning them so the rain patters down onto her palm. I trace a ci — Amie Kaufman, These Broken Stars
I reach for her hand and wind my fingers through hers, turning them so the rain patters down onto her palm. I trace a ci — Amie Kaufman, These Broken Stars
I reach for her hand and wind my fingers through hers, turning them so the rain patters down onto her palm. I trace a ci — Amie Kaufman, These Broken Stars
I reach for her hand and wind my fingers through hers, turning them so the rain patters down onto her palm. I trace a ci — Amie Kaufman, These Broken Stars
I reach for her hand and wind my fingers through hers, turning them so the rain patters down onto her palm. I trace a ci — Amie Kaufman, These Broken Stars
I reach for her hand and wind my fingers through hers, turning them so the rain patters down onto her palm. I trace a ci — Amie Kaufman, These Broken Stars
I reach for her hand and wind my fingers through hers, turning them so the rain patters down onto her palm. I trace a ci — Amie Kaufman, These Broken Stars
I reach for her hand and wind my fingers through hers, turning them so the rain patters down onto her palm. I trace a ci — Amie Kaufman, These Broken Stars
I reach for her hand and wind my fingers through hers, turning them so the rain patters down onto her palm. I trace a ci — Amie Kaufman, These Broken Stars
I reach for her hand and wind my fingers through hers, turning them so the rain patters down onto her palm. I trace a ci — Amie Kaufman, These Broken Stars
I reach for her hand and wind my fingers through hers, turning them so the rain patters down onto her palm. I trace a ci — Amie Kaufman, These Broken Stars
I reach for her hand and wind my fingers through hers, turning them so the rain patters down onto her palm. I trace a ci — Amie Kaufman, These Broken Stars
I reach for her hand and wind my fingers through hers, turning them so the rain patters down onto her palm. I trace a ci — Amie Kaufman, These Broken Stars
I reach for her hand and wind my fingers through hers, turning them so the rain patters down onto her palm. I trace a ci — Amie Kaufman, These Broken Stars
I reach for her hand and wind my fingers through hers, turning them so the rain patters down onto her palm. I trace a ci — Amie Kaufman, These Broken Stars
I reach for her hand and wind my fingers through hers, turning them so the rain patters down onto her palm. I trace a ci — Amie Kaufman, These Broken Stars
I reach for her hand and wind my fingers through hers, turning them so the rain patters down onto her palm. I trace a ci — Amie Kaufman, These Broken Stars
I reach for her hand and wind my fingers through hers, turning them so the rain patters down onto her palm. I trace a ci — Amie Kaufman, These Broken Stars
I reach for her hand and wind my fingers through hers, turning them so the rain patters down onto her palm. I trace a ci — Amie Kaufman, These Broken Stars
I reach for her hand and wind my fingers through hers, turning them so the rain patters down onto her palm. I trace a ci — Amie Kaufman, These Broken Stars
I reach for her hand and wind my fingers through hers, turning them so the rain patters down onto her palm. I trace a ci — Amie Kaufman, These Broken Stars
I reach for her hand and wind my fingers through hers, turning them so the rain patters down onto her palm. I trace a ci — Amie Kaufman, These Broken Stars
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I reach for her hand and wind my fingers through hers, turning them so the rain patters down onto her palm. I trace a circle there with my thumb, smoothing the water in her skin. I want to show her there's nothing to be afraid of.

— Amie Kaufman, These Broken Stars
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