“Trust, for me, is harder than love,” Hannah whispers, her mouth falling open as a breath trembles out. “I spent ten years playing everything so close to the vest, with a partner who… really wasn’t a partner. I didn’t believe a word he said.” There are tears in her eyes and as she smiles, they fall. “But I do. I trust you. With my daughter and with me. All of me. And I want to take the leap with you, Caroline. Sometimes I might not be able to find the right words, but I feel them.”
