“Intimacy which I had never had, never even wanted, had be cultivated between the two of us. Like a wisteria plant, the connection had started slow and weary, the first twig forming from very little. But as time had worn on, nourished by challenges and understanding, the vines had grown stronger and larger, climbing into my heart and soul and mind. Now there was no escape, no single branch that could be cut to end the link between us. A word had formed in my head. Four letters, one syllable. But I refused to voice it aloud; I even avoided saying it in my mind.”
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Bree Porter,
Kingpin's Foxglove