A little somethin’-somethin’ for ya!
“… “Do you think he’ll be okay?” the note of concern in Christian’s voice is at once unmistakable and heart-warming. He loves his son.
I pull the covers right up to his chin and bend to kiss his dozing head. “I hope so. It’s hard to say how much of this he understands.” When I turn to face my husband he looks forlorn. Two steps have me at the edge of his bed, “What’s wrong Christian?”
“You’re in danger because of me, I can’t stand it. You have to leave.” He grips my hands with both of his; he doesn’t even register the pain it must be causing him. His plea is fervent, impassioned and dangerously close to being unreasonable….”