Dalton
Waking up with her in my arms is the best feeling in the world. She's snuggled in next to me, her leg wrapped around my waist, her hand on my chest. The alarm is about to go off.
I'd give anything to reach over and keep it from announcing the arrival of a new day. We haven't had enough time to enjoy each other, but I know part of her recovery is getting back into a routine.
Her routine includes going back to work with Charity.
As far as I know, they haven't spoken with each other, even when we welcomed her home. Charity seemed to keep her distance, and I worry. Worry that the two of them won't be able to find their way back to the friendship they've always had.
Their friendship is just as important as mine and Drew's. They need each other, probably more than we do. She stirs
