threw her arms around me.
Across the yard, Mr. Alvarez stood beside his tomato plants. Trixie ran outside and hugged him before I could stop her.
He froze.
Then, slowly, he placed one hand on her back.
For the first time since I had met him, his face gave away exactly what he was feeling.
Grief was there.
So was love.
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