[Victor]
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I woke to the weight of Echo’s head on my chest. She was snoring ever so slightly. She must not have listened to me and wore herself out today. I stroked her back, reveling in the heat of her little body curled against mine.
Echo sighed and her hand started trailing up and down my stomach in the same pattern I was gently etching into her back. Every time I woke up with her beside me, I was grateful it wasn’t some dream or travel to another reality.
Somewhere in the multitudes of reality, there was a place where Echo and I weren’t together. I knew that as assuredly as I knew anything. There was a me who wasn’t getting to experience her. Somewhere, there was a me that never would. I pitied him.
“Good evening, Echo. How was your day?” I asked.
“Mmm. Long. I got everything
