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“I just need more time with the move; everything is so different here and you’re gone so much.”
His expression changed, guilt twisting his mouth, but he had nothing to feel guilty about.
She put her hand on his arm and slid a little closer, tucking herself into him, “I understand about work and I’m not blaming you, just give me some time, okay?”
Michael hugged her tighter to his body.
“I love you, baby, whatever it is, I don’t care, we’ll figure it out, work through it. You know that, right?”
She nodded, somehow able to form her mouth into a smile even as the crying began anew while he held her, just rocking her, keeping her face buried in his chest, cradling the back of her head. She trusted him completely, didn’t she? She could tell him anything; just not this.