Knox
"Stop."
Reese's sneakers crunch against the gravel. Her momentum halted, she waits for my next directions.
"You've got twelve concrete stairs coming up."
"Right in front of me?"
"About three feet in front of you."
As she shuffles forward cautiously, she collides with me. Her hands instinctively land on my chest for balance. The sensation of her fingers s…
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