Dave opened Brooklynn’s door with one hand while he kept her close with the other. He got her inside and down the hall to her bedroom. She curled into herself and he curled himself around her, stroking her hair and letting her cry.
When she finally quieted, Dave asked, “What can I do?”
“Nothing,” she said.
He felt…he didn’t know what. Stupid, for sure. How could he have thought she’d moved past her first husband? She kissed him like she was falling for him as fast as he had for her. They’d spent so much time together over the past couple of months, and she’d started out anxious and guarded, and now she was happy and carefree.
Well, she usually was.
She’d told him about multiple therapy sessions, and she always had a good story or two about the dogs she’d groomed that day. And yet, she
