“Oh so help me,” he groaned into the wood. “I miss her so bloody much.” A gentle hand squeezed his shoulder. Rafe sat back up and stared at the bishop. “I’ve done this all wrong, haven’t I?” “You did the best you knew how at the time.” “But what if I’ve lost her? What if she needs my help and I’m not there? Anything could be happening in London and I’m not bloody well there.”
Duhhhhh
