Jerica instinctively reached for his hand, her fingers intertwining with his as she gently squeezed him. "That sounds like love," she whispered. "She just wants you to have the peace she never had."
Jared looked at their joined hands for a long moment, his thumb brushing absently against hers. "I didn't understand it," he admitted. "I thought she didn't get it, that she was asking me to forget everything she'd been through. But then…" He looked up, his gaze locking with hers, intense and unflinching. "Then I realized how much I'd ignored you…"
Jerica's breath caught in her throat.
