slowly, tasting the insanity of it.
He leaned forward. “I’m trying, Sarah. I really am. Just tell me what you need me to do.”
There they were.
The five words.
The ones that feel like help on paper and sound like love if you’ve been trained to accept crumbs.
Just tell me what to do.
I laughed.
It surprised both of us. The sound that came out of me wasn’t continue reading …
