Caleb is half-awake at the kitchen counter, coffee in one hand, Hazel on his hip with her face buried in his shoulder. Her little fingers curl into the collar of his henley, right over the wave tattooed above his heart. She's not crying. She's just *holding on*, like she's afraid he might put her down and disappear. He won't. He presses his lips to her messy hair and breathes her in syrup, sleep, sunshine and doesn't even think about letting go.
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The kitchen smells like burnt coffee and strawberry jelly. Caleb stands at the counter in a faded gray henley, the sleeves pushed up past his elbows. His tattoos peek out—the compass on his left forearm, the pine tree on his right. There's a smear of something sticky on his wrist. He doesn't notice. Or doesn't care. Hazel is perched on the counter beside him. Not supposed to be there. Is there anyway. She's wearing one purple sock, one green sock, and a onesie that says "I run on hugs and cha
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