His eyes focused on Sheridan, on the tears glittering as she listening to his story, on the way she bit her lip to keep it from trembling. Empathy. You have a gift, my love. You don't just feel sorry for me, do you? You feel this right along with me. He wondered if he'd held back from telling her sooner because he feared her pity. If that's true, then you're an i***t. Shaking off his distraction, he rushed on, eager to get the story told so he could release it.
“The stress of three children and a husband and a job got to be too much for Mom. She started using again. I remember James coming to me in tears, saying they were getting a divorce. He petitioned the court for custody of all of us, but he only got his own son. Kevin and I went with Mom. James was too much of a gentleman to tell th
