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Friday, January 22, 2016
Unable to help himself, once Anneliese’d fallen asleep, Hugh propped himself on an elbow to study her.
He discovered two facts which made his heart clench inside his chest: She slept so silently and unmoving, she seemed to not even be breathing; and she curled onto herself, knees pulled tight up to her chest, her head almost inside her forearms—reminding him of how he had found her on that fateful day so many years ago.
Her muteness and what she had experienced in her teens had made her wary—he understood that, but now he wondered what else might have happened after she came back to Britain to make her even more cautious, even more guarded.
Even though to him she appeared so delicate and vulnerable, there was a resilient streak in her that spoke of strength
