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sorry. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going,” a soft voice says.
    When I glance down my heart nearly stops.
    The fading sunlight catches the golden strands of her long, straight hair. It flows around her round face and shoulders. Her upturned nose is wrinkled up while her brilliant blue eyes are wide and full of apology.
    “It’s okay. Neither was I.” I offer her a smile and do my best not to feel completely inadequate in front of the blonde goddess before me. Say something! “Are you going to CODA?”
    She bites her bottom lip.
    I then bite the inside of my cheek, stifling the moan that threatens to creep up.
    “To be honest, I’m not sure. I thought maybe, but…” She tucks her hair behind her ear and reveals a pink cochlear implant I’d missed previously. “… I’m not sure I’d fit in. The story of my life.” She gives a weak laugh.
    “I think we all feel that way. That’s the great thing about CODA. There’s no judgment, just a safe place to talk things out and belong. We all know the feeling of one foot in both worlds.”
    “Yeah? What about being hated by half your family for a decision you made that allowed you to hear?” she asks.
    “I can’t say anyone else here has an implant. However, I can say we are a small, but loyal bunch. I can tell you we’ve felt wronged because we were born with hearing or some level of it. I think if you give it a chance, it could be good for you. I know it was for me the first time I felt like I was in a room with people who understood me.”
    “Okay.”
    I blink and shake my head as if to clear it. Had I just imagined her response? “I’m sorry?”
    “Okay, you sold me. I’ll give it a chance. I mean at the very least, I’ll have you, right?”
    “Absolutely,” I choke the words out.
    “Great.” She flashes me a blindingly white smile.
    My heart threatens to break out of my chest. I made her feel comfortable. She’s looking at me as a protector. It’s a unique feeling. Normally, the only person I’m defending is related to me. People seem to equate deaf with dumb. There was no way I could stand by and allow the heckling to happen right in front of my face. I offer up my arm. “Chuck Rowe, at your service.”
    She giggles and slips her slender arm into mine. “Jewel Ritchie.”
    “Welcome to CODA, Jewel.” I open the door, and we step through. Suddenly, life is looking a little bit brighter for me. There’s something about this woman that inspires my protective instincts…
    A loud slam pulls me from my sleep and the memories fade to nothing again. I sit up in the bed and look around. The sunlight pouring into the room blinds me. Holding my hand up to shield my eyes, I blink to adjust my vision. My bed shifts. I blink again and struggle to focus on her elegant fingers.
    “Rise and shine. You have twenty minutes to get ready,” Vita signs to me.
    I grunt. People think silence isn’t as annoying as actual voices. They would be wrong. She’s an entirely different person this morning with her fitted black suit, four-inch pumps, and the softer shade of brown hair that suits her far better than the black. Her scar is hidden by a colorful scarf and her face is done up with makeup. Gone is the laid back girl from the farm.
    Her ruby red lips tug at something low in my belly. I hate myself, but I’m not dead and she’s gorgeous. I push my body out of the bed, and she tosses me a garment bag. I stumble to the bathroom. I’m too hung-over right now to argue. After closing the door behind me, I lean back against it. It’s going to take a miracle for me to get through this. I lay the bag across the counter.
    It’s for Wesson. They’ve never let me down, and I can do nothing less but come through for them.
    I start the shower, slip off my clothes, and gratefully step beneath the spray. I haven’t even looked at the clothes she brought me. If her get-up is any indication, it’s going to be something stiff and constricting. The warm water