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Cedric and I walk in an awkward silence, trailing behind the kids as they lead the way to the beach. Westley found a giant stick along the way, and snapped it in half, giving one part of it to Riley so they could use them as swords.

I laugh when Riley twirls it above his head, and Westley’s eyes bug out in amazement.

I love children. They are fascinated so easily.

Taking a peek at Cedric, I can tell he is nervous. My smile falters as guilt settles in my chest.

Tentatively, I reached out and touched the back of his hand.

“I’m sorry,” I said softly. “I was pretty horrible to you the last few times we spoke. You shouldn’t have to feel this nervous around me.”

He gave me a hesitant smile back. “You were righteous in your anger. I would have been angry too if I had suffered as you did.”

“Maybe, but I had no right to ever take that anger out on you. I didn’t even give you a chance to tell me the whole story. I got mad and sent you away. The fault there lies with me and me alone.”