“Because you have a conscience, my love, and a big, beautiful heart,” I tell her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “My love…?” she whispers, the tiniest hint of a smile in her voice. “I’m your love?” “Well it certainly ain’t big boy over there. Though I appreciate the attraction. Dax is all man, isn’t he?” I remark, wanting to get her to smile again. I miss that, her joy. It’s fucking gutting to see her struggle so much with all her emotions. That bastard, David, has so much to answer for. She cocks her head, staring at Dax. “He is good looking, isn’t he?” she muses, a playful tone in
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