“I’m sorry,” she whispered, a hand now coming up to run through his hair supportively. “It’s not your fault.” She chuckled, “Now don’t start that again. Ring around the ‘fault’ tree is a bad game.” A wisp of a smile crossed his face. She took a breath, “Not to be impatient or anything, but what are you planning on doing about it?” “What?” She rolled her eyes, “You cannot leave Lana with... read more
