His Eyes Met Mine At The Soft

I Didn’t Mean Now,” He Protested. “i’m Not Going To Raise The Child. I’m Having Enough Trouble With Rachel.

She Had Given Me A Piece Of What Made Her Life Sane.

Of Course I’m Shielding Her, You Broken Feather!

Being Poor Is Not An Indication Of Potential Or Worth. It’s A Lack Of Resources.

I Tried To Breathe, Failing. I Clutched Her To Me, Tears Slipping From Under My Closed Eyes. It Was As If Her Soul Was Liquid Fire And I Could Feel Her Aura, Swirling About Mine. She Was Taking My Aura. But I Wanted To Give It To Her, To Cat Her In A Small Part Of Me And Protect Her. Her Needs Made Her So Fragile.