Shannon finally said, “You can tell me, you know,” in a very quiet voice. So quiet she was sure Jeremiah wouldn’t even be able to hear her.
“He’s a therapy dog,” he said, his fingers releasing and then tightening on the wheel. “And he didn’t start with kids.” He looked at her, and in that one moment when his eyes weren’t on the road, she caught the vulnerability in his gaze. “He was for me.”
Whatever Shannon had expected Jeremiah to say, that wasn’t it. “Oh.”
“I was engaged once,” he said. “Her name was Elaine. I was hopelessly in love with her. When she called off the wedding….” He shrugged, leaving the words right there. “I maybe fell apart.”
Shannon knew what maybe fell apart looked like. What it sounded like. What it felt like, way down deep in her soul.
maybe fell apart“My father
