Maggie stayed by his side most of the day.
They talked off and on about why she had embraced that dangerous game and agreed to see a therapist.
By the time they had cleaned up the dishes from dinner, Edward felt like he could finally breathe again.
Maggie was sleeping when he heard a quiet knock on the back door.
It was with damp palms that he pushed the slider open and looked out into the night.
Bella stood on the worn wood of the deck, a thin, tan trench coat wrapped around her.
"Do you think we can talk?"
Hi! I missed you all while I was away...but I'm back.
I had a fabulous time visiting Edward's Eternal...she spoiled me rotten and said 'Eh' so many times I lost count!
We are back to two a day posting...but I MIGHT have to drop to one if I can't get these guys to talk to me again.
One more later...