Rosa closed her eyes. After a long moment, she hummed a simple, clumsy melody—off-beat, imperfect, real. When she opened her eyes, they were wet again, but she was smiling.
“For the camp?”
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“I’m fishing for chords,” Mitchie said. “The lake’s got good ones today.” Rosa closed her eyes
“Heart,” Shane said, leaning against the doorframe. “You can’t program soul, Liam.” she hummed a simple
Shane exhaled. “He’s going to be a problem.”