When Hayden stepped in from the balcony, he caught sight of me, asleep at my desk. The soft, warm glow from the lamp spilled over my face, and I could feel his eyes on me.I could sense him nearby, but I couldn't bring myself to wake up.After what felt like forever, I heard his voice—low and gentle—whispering, "Kiki..."Kiki?!Was he talking to me?Yeah, he was.Before I moved in with the Johnstons, my parents called me Kiki, not Rea. But it had been forever since anyone used that name."Hey, I'm Kiki."In my dream, I saw a little girl with two buns and a chubby face, calling out to an older boy.The boy didn't say much, just kind of kept to himself.Suddenly, I was that little girl, and Hayden was the boy. I was riding on his back."Haddy, you smell nice..." I said, "There's a little black bean on the back of your neck. I'll get it for you.""Don't pinch it, Kiki. That hurts," said the boy. "Kiki, I'm tired. Can we stop running?"..."Mommy, I like Haddy. I want to marr
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