“I couldn’t have said it better myself!”
“Like these wavering currents, sometimes there are violent storms, while other times the tides stand still, rather than giving up every time a storm rages. I want to weather it together, regardless of the circumstance,” he said with a light kiss.
“I missed you.” I grinned.
“I’d rather die than lose you again, Maricel.” He took my hand.
* * *
The next morning as I prepared blueberry scones and iced coffee for breakfast, Leslie drifted into the kitchen, blurry-eyed.
“Les, can we talk?”
“Sure?” She looked up at me, seeming to be very tired.
“I’m pretty upset about last night. Casper drugged me and sexually assaulted me…” I paused as I considered whether to address the hurtful things she said to me about our friendship while she was drunk but fi
