Brede swallowed, trying to
ignore the thick, tight feeling wedged in his throat. He didn't welcome
the onslaught of emotion that filled his chest and caused him to stroke
her jaw with an unsteady finger tip. He reminded himself that he
didn't need to be involved in her problems; he had enough of his own.
As soon as the roads were passable, he'd get her to a doctor and the
police could take care of the rest.
Still, no matter how hard he tried to remove himself from the
situation, he kept remembering how fragile she'd seemed in his arms. he
felt as if he'd carried a sparrow, all feathers and tiny bones, out of
the gully.
Connie Vines
Expect the UnExpected!
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