Lina was at a loss for words. She had never heard something this devastating in her entire life. He carried himself with the pride of the most important man in the entire country. But his eyes spoke volumes that his mouth did not. Within it was a shattered man, whose pain rivaled being burned alive in one's own house.
Memories of blurry faces flooded her vision.
"Dove…"
A soft caress on her face, tender kisses on her lips, a strong hand holding her close, and an arm like iron around her waist. She saw visions of tears in darkness and a helping hand brushing the pain away. She heard her quiet moans as two large hands gripped her hips tightly, a low groan filling the air.
"Dove of mine…"
