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Chapter 20 Blake Even though I felt emotionally drained, my two-hour conversation with Wren zinged energy through my limbs. I hated what she faced but couldn’t squash my own happiness. Talking to her had accomplished more than I’d expected. I’d hoped to just offer comfort and maybe even find a way to help her get through the week but had gained so much more. Learning what she liked. Hearing how she laughed, because yeah, I’d gotten her to think outside of grief and work for a little while. Experiencing a connection even if only through friendship. For now. I toyed with the words, knowing we had enough in common, that we had an ease in communicating, that would lend toward more if given the chance. Once things settled for her, I would maybe try again, but she needed a friend, not s