“I’ve never spoken to anyone about this. There are people who know, but it wasn’t because I told them, so this makes you the first,” I begin as I sit up and drag my hands down my face. The moment my life went to s**t has played itself over and over in my nightmares. I look back on that night and think of all the ways I would change it, but I can’t.
“Take your time, I’m not going anywhere,” she assures me as she sits up with me. She’s looking at me with so much patience. Not an ounce of judgement on her face. Yet. She reaches out, takes my hand, and intertwines her fingers with mine sending glorious heat through my palm. She’s soothing me and keeping me grounded and for that I’m grateful.
I reach out and gently brush my thumb against her glittering, freckled cheek and watch her eyes gent
