One more week and I can call this draft done. *phew*
I prefer revising/editing to getting a story on paper in the first place.
“I want to help you, but you’ve got to help yourself.”
I wanted to trust him. I did trust him, but not with this. Not with her. Not yet.
I was too used to hiding her in my heart to crack open the door wide enough for him to slip inside.
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* The “her” in question is the heroine’s daughter. 🙂