Chapter 43 Betrayal Cuts Deep

• It is a gentle touch that folds firmly over my shoulder. The touch of a woman that knows how to take my pain away. I need not even have to turn my eyes and meet her gaze; I fold my own hand over her ever so tightly. With her, I can break down; I can completely unravel. And that is what I do. The instant I turn around, and she slides those protective arms around my shoulders, everything disappears
• “Mom, I have missed you so much. He was being a fool; he did not want me to help him.”
• “Christian, you know what a proud man your father was. He would never admit defeat nor take the hand of those that offer him help. I think your father knew the wrongs that he had done, and he saw this as a justice he had to pay.”