John lets her until it seems more than sensible. THen he goes to her and
gently puts his arms around her, pulling her back from the edge of madness.
"They're gone. It's locked," he says. "You're safe. I'm safe. Come,
darling, let's go in the bedroom and hide away. Yes? Everything will be
better. We'll hide away, safe in our bed."
There is nowhere more sacred than their bed. The things they get up to with
strangers and acquaintances never comes back here. Their bedroom is for
them alone, and the place they can retreat to on the worst of days. And
today is the worst of days.
Except it's Christmas Eve, John remembers, and he steps around her to face
her.
"Before bed, I have something for you. Would you like it, love?"
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John lets her until it seems more than sensible. THen he goes to her and gently puts his arms around her, pulling her back from the edge of madness.
"They're gone. It's locked," he says. "You're safe. I'm safe. Come, darling, let's go in the bedroom and hide away. Yes? Everything will be better. We'll hide away, safe in our bed."
There is nowhere more sacred than their bed. The things they get up to with strangers and acquaintances never comes back here. Their bedroom is for them alone, and the place they can retreat to on the worst of days. And today is the worst of days.
Except it's Christmas Eve, John remembers, and he steps around her to face her.
"Before bed, I have something for you. Would you like it, love?"