Hushed Willows My girl don't want me cause of my dirty laundry

He held her, as she'd wanted. Reverie closed her eyes and focused on the rhythm of his heart, the warm scent of him. After a time, the hurt started to fade; there was too much love in her to hold on to it, too much desperate need for his presence in her life. Eventually sleep found her.

When she woke again, she told herself that it would be okay. Everything would be okay. It had to be.