"I know you do," Kathy said, wishing she could just reach out and touch him. She just wanted to cuddle close and hold him. Be held. Share whatever comfort she could and take as much as he was willing to offer. "I do, too. But you know if I cut and ran--if I turned my back on helping when I thought I could still make a difference--I wouldn't be me. It's not that I don't want to come home to you. Hell, part of me wants to do exactly what you said and just take Sarah and run--but that's not who I am."
She hung her head. "I'm sorry I'm like this," she said. "I know this isn't what you signed up for when we started...this."
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Date: 2016-04-17 02:34 am (UTC)She hung her head. "I'm sorry I'm like this," she said. "I know this isn't what you signed up for when we started...this."