Leanne wondered when her friend would shed the shield she'd been wearing her whole life. Sandra was strong and beautiful -- and afraid. Afraid of happiness, afraid of people. She didn't want to depend on anyone, not the way her mother had. Because then she might fall apart if that person left, the way her father had. She held her feelings close to her chest but far enough away to see, like a poker player guarding a valuable hand. Though they'd been friends for five years now Leanne had never seen the cards clearly, but she knew they were there, had gotten a glimpse or two.
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