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Family is a strange, powerful thing.
Seeing Noah’s tears, I began to cry too.
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Noah took a step forward and leaned his head gently against my knee. He reached up, and under my gaze, he carefully removed my mask. He looked at the ugly scar on my face, his finger- tips gently touching it.
“Mom,” he said, his face turned up to mine.
My tears wouldn’t stop. I leaned down and hugged his thin shoulders. Noah, the calm, composed boy raised by his stoic father, finally broke down in my arms, his sobs wracking his small body.
Throughout it all, Reik sat beside me, watching over me. He just watched me quietly, intently.
it wasn’t until he heard my own choked sobs that he finally reached over and gently pulled Noah away.
“Your mother needs to rest,” he said,
