Wait Emi.
Please don't let go of my hand.
The fear is so obvious in my eyes even a five year old child notices it. I grip her hand a little too tightly. We're in a place I used to know so well but these days any overcrowding is unbearable. Emi stops walking and looks up at me. I crouch down to her level and she kisses my cheek.
It's okay Stephie.
It's okay I have your hand.
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