I blinked. My husband was practically begging me to show some sort of emotion. Anger, rage, hatred. My hand trembled. Tears pricked my eyes. He reached for me and I flinched, leaning backward without thinking.
"I hate that," Grayson said in a trembling voice "I hate that you're afraid to be touched now. I hate that you even have to be scared that you'll be hurt. The look of fear in your eyes makes me want to cry" he said in a choked voice "and I can't fix it" he whispered as I felt my own tears begin to fall "I can't fix it, Flair, no matter how much I desperately want to."
A tear of mine drops onto the bedspread. His eyes are shiny with unshed tears. "All I could think about was that I might lose you today. That this might be the end of us. You were gone and I was going crazy wondering
