He had given her cuddles. It was the hardest thing she had ever done. The bond ran deep, as the science said. They lived in each other’s pockets. She would hop on the train and make the forty minute commute, or later, blast music, as she drove to see him.
He had lived in a hovel. Brothers there were, but dad was in Iraq protecting the wrong family, while mum was lost in an alohol infused daz...
