“And then his arms came around her, like a favorite Wubbie Blanket enveloping her and giving her the peace she so craved. She wanted to cry everything out. If she could release everything, then it would be easier. But those tears didn’t come, the emotions she needed to feel for her husband stayed barred behind the terrible defenses she’d erected against the hurt the world constantly gave her. Still, his arms around her gave a comfort she craved. He.”
