When I’m Not the One that Knows

"I'm thankful You know what's going on." These are the words I spoke and found comfort in last night. Isbe had woken up crying her 'something's really wrong' cry, which in and of itself is not necessarily a rare thing at night. What concerned me the most was how tight she gripped me when I... Continue Reading →

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