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Chapter 22 - The Storm One winter evening, a violent storm knocked out the electricity.

Lily was terrified.

Grant found candles.

They sat beneath blankets in the living room.

Thunder shook the windows.

“Daddy?”

“I'm here.”

“Is the house okay?”

“Yes.”

Another thunderclap.

Lily grabbed his hand.

Grant squeezed it.

“Remember what I told you?”

“What?”

“Being scared doesn't mean you're weak.”

She nodded.

“What does it mean?”

“That you need someone.”

Lily thought about that.

“Like you?”

Grant smiled.

“Exactly like me.”

For years he had taught her to be independent.

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Now he understood that dependence wasn't always weakness.

Sometimes it was trust.

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