[And once their palms have made contact, they're standing on the road closest to Brianna's home. No lights are on, of course: everyone in there is asleep.
He doesn't let go of her hand, even as he's walking her to her doorstep. Have a kiss to the cheek, daughter, once you're there.]
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He doesn't let go of her hand, even as he's walking her to her doorstep. Have a kiss to the cheek, daughter, once you're there.]
Sleep well, Bri.