Though he does a good job tamping down the fear in his voice, she knows him. She can tell. And even if he hid it entirely, she'd still know what must be going through his head.
It's a conversation she's been dreading having, as much as she's wanted to see him.
"Hey, sweetheart." She gets up off the cot and kicks the blanket off, trying to make a convincing smile appear.
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It's a conversation she's been dreading having, as much as she's wanted to see him.
"Hey, sweetheart." She gets up off the cot and kicks the blanket off, trying to make a convincing smile appear.