#Chapter68
The Agony
Sometimes accessing his memories is not that easy. There are so many, jumbled together, out of sequence, so sometimes it's better to know what or who you're looking for if trying to find an answer. There are confused snippets and nothing concrete that I can pull out in a second, other than she was unwell.
/"Well, where is she?/" My fury dies a little, curiosity shining through and toning down this row. I can't sustain that kind of mad when my lame heart gets upset over him. Colton is a weakness, and he seems to know how to disarm my fury and cut right to the bone without trying. People seem bored we've stopped yelling and go about their day, bypassing us once more as he lets go of me and takes my hand instead. Tangling fingers intimately, his warm, strong, solid in my smaller, softer, looser, tightly.
