"You... don't think this is something you should do alone?" Lenny asked me. "Ya know... just the two of you?"
I sighed as I moved to grab Lenny's hands.
"Honestly, Lenny, I think it would be better if you were there with me. I... have a lot of pent-up anger towards my mother. I know that you and I talked about it, I know that I misunderstood, I know that now, but... But that doesn't change the fact that I spent the last 24 years of my life angry with her." I admitted. "However, you have a point. I should give her a chance. A real one. Try to... let go of this anger, but I need you there beside me. Touching me at all times."
Lenny raised a brow at me.
"Why?" She asked.
I smiled as I brought her hands to my mouth, to brush my lips across her knuckles.
"Because you calm me," I told her
