Bianca threw her face into Threat’s chest and wrapped her arms around him. He sat on the edge of the bed, stroking her back with his hand trying to soothe her.
“It’s going to be okay. You’re going to be all right.”
Threat held Bianca that night until she fell asleep. He eased out of the bed and grabbed his jacket off of the door. In step toward the exit, he heard her at his back calling him to her. He froze and turned around, sliding his arms inside of his jacket, straightening his collar.
“Could you…could you stay the night with me, please?” she asked with eyes so swollen from crying that she could barely see out of them.
Threat stood there for a time just studying her face, it was one of great grief and turmoil. He couldn’t begin to fathom the hurt she must have felt having lost her
