Zoe thought: if Rachel was here she'd reach across the table and take Danny's hand and show him that she cared about him. But Rachel was spending lunchtime working toward her Dance recital in a couple of weeks time, so Zoe was on her own with the boys. She didn't want to reach out and grab his hand, that was too... too something. Under the table, though, she nudged her knee against his, and gave him what she hoped was a supportive smile when he looked at her.
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