After wetting his T-shirt with my tears, I manage to pull myself together and tell him everything. The whole story,sparing no details. When I’m finished, he lifts me into his arms and carries me over to the couch and sits, holding me in his lap.
I feel so small. So tiny. So protected.
But what will he think of me now? Was I right to reveal all this?
“You did the right thing, Tammy,” he tells me, brushing my matted hair from my face. “Lots of people wouldn’t have had the guts to just pick up and leave like you did.”
“Saxon…” My voice falters. I don’t even know what I’m about to say, but speaking his name is somehow comforting.
“You were right,” he whispers, letting his lips brush against the lobe of my ear. “We have more in common than I thought.”
I hear the vulnerability he’s allowed
