“April,” he said, suddenly pulling away. “April?”
Her fingers covered his lips. He tried to say something else, but she gently pinched his mouth closed. And when her fingers moved away, it was only to peel the duct tape from her mouth.
She did not scream.
His voice trembled. “A-April?”
And now her lips were on his. And when her lips pulled away, she whispered, “Shhhh…be quiet. Shhh.”
She pulled him to her breast in the cold hole that was the last bed April Destino had ever known. She held him close. He fell asleep in her arms. And he dreamed.
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