Harley wakes up with us staring at her in the bed. "Good morning!" I say in a cheerful tone. "Did you sleep well?" Ivy asks.
"Yeah." Harley says rubbing her blackened eyes. "I smell coffee and pancakes!" she says giggling.
Just as we finish breakfast Harley runs to the bedroom to take a call. Ivy and I are preparing for the worst. I run to the cabinet and grab tissues while Ivy grabs some lavender bath salts.
We can hear Harley begging him not to leave her. She is sobbing on the phone. We hear the cell phone crack against the wall and the muffled sounds of whimpering. We run to the room and hug her on the bed.
"He dumped me!" she sniffles. "Just like that." "He said we are through."
We hold her close and tell her it's really for the best. We tell her he would just continue to beat her. We tell her that is not love.
Harley nods her snot nosed face as we wipe it clean. We run her a warm bath and light candles. Ivy makes her a warm drink and tells here to take a sip.
Her strong frame is rolled into a ball tight.
"We both know how hard this is, but you are not alone sweetie.
We will all get through this together."
She slowly opens up her rolley polley curl and hugs us tight.