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REID

The hum of the plane fills the silence between us.

Adeline’s fingers are still laced with mine, her grip is not as tight as before but it’s still there. I don’t mention it, though.

I also don’t mention how warm her hand is, or how her thumb rests just slightly against mine, like she forgot to move it.

She’s staring out the window now, her book abandoned in her lap. She hasn’t turned a page in