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Janet touched her, and for the first time Ava could remember since it had started, the pain stilled. She breathed out; under the brush of their foreheads, her body held itself together.
She couldn’t have asked it of the woman she’d been trying to use, didn’t expect it. But it happened. Somehow it kept happening: Janet staying in contact, Janet meeting her for sessions, holding Ava’s hand over coffee later, Ava enjoying coffee and a touch that could last longer than seconds.
It was a limited commodity. She wasn’t surprised.
Ava traced Janet's name on the monument, and breathed in.