I could see the discomfort on Lena’s face the moment I realized where she was potentially going with the conversation. I mean, I could see no other direction it was going. Was she afraid to ask me for help? I found myself pondering, because if so, then that bothered me. I knew we were new to all of this. To being together, and not even married yet. Hell, we had literally shared our first night together in my home, but I wanted this girl to trust me. I had told her if she needed anything to ask…
“Lena?” I urged, only for her to continue to avoid my gaze. This girl was not for opening up to me. I knew she had a difficult past with her family, where she felt she could not turn to them for help, but I did not want her to feel like she was in the same situation here with me. She did not need
