I tried get a grip of myself. I tried to tell Dr Hall I’d be ok, and to leave me to cry, but I couldn’t. My eyes met his and they held, fixing hard, even through the tears. His eyes held right back. Fixing hard. So hard and so steady. And more. There was more. Everything stopped. Right then in that moment, everything stopped. There was barely a breath moving in either of us as his arms reached out and pulled me close. I folded into him, pressing tight, and it was there. Just as I’d dreamed it would be. Just as I’d asked for, but better. Better than I’d ever believed it could be as he held my
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