After Peter closed the door, he half leaned against the wall and looked down, thinking.
The feeling of that hug still lingers on my fingertips and takes a long time to fade away.
It was the first time he saw Sarah crying so sadly that he almost couldn't breathe.
When she was a child, she would just pretend to wail a few times, but it was no match for her crying today, which wet a large area of his shirt.
Sarah had a thorn in his heart.
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