When We're Old
- M. J. Padgett
- Jun 28, 2022
- 11 min read
Drew walked beside me, clutching my hand tightly. It was obvious he was as nervous as I was, though I couldn’t exactly understand why either of us was nervous. It wasn’t as if William was there in the flesh to meet us, yet somehow it still felt that way.
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