“Jeff gnawed on his tongue. “I’ve always been small for my age. Maya, too.” Braeden nodded again. “Made me an easy target. It was a game, I guess. Kids would pick on me, say stupid shit. Try to see who could make me cry.” “I can’t imagine you crying.” Heat laced through Jeff’s cheeks. Whatever had made him open up now made him want to shut down. It was ridiculous, admitting weakness, especially now that he was older, so close to being an adult, and no one messed with him anymore. “Sorry,” said Braeden. “I won’t comment.” He raised a solemn hand. “Scout’s honor.” “You would’ve been in scouts,” muttered Jeff. Braeden smiled.”
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