(A small, soft oh! is all she can manage, at first. Everything she planned to say evaporates in an instant and she stares at Lucretia as if she's a ghost or a dream. She's had so many of them before, dreams of Lucretia smiling, dancing, doodling, dreams of her crying and shouting and fighting. Only this time, she's real.
Beverly's eyes well up with tears as she presses her cheek into Lucretia's hand. Closing her eyes, she murmurs:)
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Beverly's eyes well up with tears as she presses her cheek into Lucretia's hand. Closing her eyes, she murmurs:)
I missed you so much.