Nan’s POV
This man…oh this man….
A few little words and defenses shatter. He is the center of all my fears. And my desires…
It was his voice that pulled me from the depth of my nightmare. A lifeboat out of the cold and dark. Saving my drowning soul as well as my physical body.
He makes me want to fight…. to fight him when provoked…to fight against the injustice I face …to fight for myself.
I thought I had felt his arms around me in my delirium. Embracing me. Whispering reassurances and promises.
‘I must be imagining it,’ I thought. ‘Why would Lionel be here when I am so unwell?’
Then I woke up from my sickness. And there he was. Sitting at my beside.
Tired lines were etched on his face. His fancy party outfit crumbled and dirtied. His face unshaven for the first time I’d seen him.
