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He squeezes my hand again. "You're part of the pack now." His eyes meet mine. "That means something here."

We make it to the kitchen before I start crying again. But this time, I think they might be good tears.

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Doc's already there with food laid out—soup, bread, fruit. Simple stuff that won't upset my stomach. He takes one look at me and his expression softens.

He gestures to the table with one large hand. "Sit." His voice is gentle despite his size. "Eat what you can."

I ...