A silent tear ran down my cheek. “Please don’t go,” I begged as I clung to the icy hand.
“I have to Evie, it’s my time.” She gave my hand a weak squeeze. “I have something for you, its something that I’ve been working on for a long time.” She reached over and grabbed a thick notebook that I hadn’t seen before. “I won’t be here to tell you stories anymore, but I’ve written them all down. You’ll never be alone, because you’ll always have this part of me.”
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