#Chapter374
When she moves to get up, I stop her impulsively, her small hand in mine, concealed by her body and I can’t explain it. I want her to stay with me.... I want my sweet girl beside me, to make everything feel better for her. I want Tasha to leave, even though that makes me a complete dick, but I’m not interested in Tash related guilt. Sophs needs my attention. Maybe the porn triggered a memory, or maybe it’s made her think of me and Tasha doing shit still….
I smile across at Natasha, trying to find the nicest way to get rid of her, so I can be alone to talk to Sophie and will Sophie with every part of me to understand that I want it to be the two of us tonight, to fix things. To console her or to talk out her reaction to the porn so it doesn’t fester in her head. Her counselor was always great at guiding me on how to handle her triggers. Although I’m not sure that’s what this is. This seems more heartbreak than PTSD.
