Gravity (Artistic Pricks Ink book 1)
“Stepping around the stove, I see her curl into a ball onto the sofa facing away from me. She cries softly as I strain to hear the words she speaks aloud. I can barely make out what she is saying, but what I do hear is enough. She didn’t just lose her possessions. This isn’t about her safety, in her mind, either. Ki lost a part of her mother that she was holding on to.Turning off the stove top, I move the skillet away from the heat, and go to her once I have noticed her breathing has evened out. Whimpering in her sleep, I pull her into my arms and carry her down the hall to the bedroom. Carefully, I settle her on the comforter and pull the quilt at the end of the bed over her body. “Please just tell me it’s all a bad dream,” she whispers, breaking my heart.Kicking off my shoes, I decide food can wait and slip onto the bed beside her. Brushing the hair from her face, I use my thumb to wipe away the stray tears before pressing a kiss to her forehead. Settling my head on the pillow beside... her, I watch her sleep.MoreLess
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