"Come, my love. Come to me. Let my arms wrap around your frame and pull you into a hug.
Come, my love. Come to me and let me kiss away your worries. Let me talk to you while I run my fingers through your scalp.
I would keep talking while I press my lips to your forehead. I would tell you how our son is doing. I would tell you about my day and about sweet nothings if you need to.
I would tell you that I know what you've done. I know who you are... I know that your hands are covered in blood and I see the bruises on your knuckles, the bruise on your face, and the slight cuts you sometimes bring home. I can only imagine how you got them. I can only imagine the pain, the shakes, the bad memories that came back to you.
Come... come to me. Let me soothe your heart tonight. Let Mary take care of you, my love."
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