It was hours later that Maggie finally came downstairs.
She sat across from him at their little kitchen table, taking the cup of tea he offered with a small smile.
"I have to know…you're not thinking of doing this again, are you?" he asked, breaking the oppressive silence that hung between them.
She looked up at him with a broken expression.
"No, I was done before this happened," she admitted, reaching up to finger the still-fading bruise on her throat.
"If I lost you…" he said, his voice cracking as he tried to imagine a world without his baby girl.
Aww...Daddyward.
So...I'm heading up to the great white north to visit Edward's Eternal for the weekend.
I'll be back first thing Monday morning...
Mwah!