(Mary: vintage touch)
« Cravings, denial, needs, refusal, hot, and cold. He is unreadable. I cannot for the love of our Lord in Heaven, know what that man has in mind. I should stay away from him, protect my heart, and run in the opposite direction but I cannot. Pain knows pain. Despair knows despair. I know Tom. I know his pain for I felt it too. Words are dying at the tip of my tongue, stuck in my throat because I can’t say them. I can’t run away from you nor do I feel the desire to do so. I might not be family to you, might even be seen as a nurse for your son, but I am still loyal. And you are still my family. Shite! You are my bloody family even if I had not bled for you just yet. »
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