Maybe it’ll heal now.”
“Maybe. Together, content in their embrace, their glasses drained and the fire dying down, Pete finally stirred. XXX Another light kiss on his lips and she shuffled sleepily off to her room. Pete welcomed the visits and seemed to settle quickly into the routine, as Pete cooked for them and Olivia relaxed at the kitchen table with a glass of wine, recounting her week’s teaching adventures. He was suddenly thrust 30 years into the past and felt he’d stepped through a time warp, his five year old little girl sleeping against her daddy’s chest in that same living room. Still, he somehow felt her love – their love – would carry them through.
