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→Darla wrapped her arms around Emma and pulled her tightly to her chest. The girl suddenly looked like the eight-year-old that she was. She laid her cheek on Darla’s shoulder, and when she looked up at Raphael, he saw the sheen of tears in her eyes. He was thankful for those tears because it was not healthy for her to keep those emotions bottled up inside. Tears were healthy; they were like a cleansing waterfall to the soul and, once released, would wash away the pain.

→Emma shook her head. “It was a friend of hers they called Rat. I had locked my door but apparently that particular lock had not been tested against nasty, drunk men. I tried to get out the window but he caught me.”

→“Did she do this to you?” Darla hurried to her and knelt in front of the child. “Did your aunt hurt you?”

→Darla shook her head. “Crying doesn’t make you a victim, Emma,” she told her as she rubbed her back to sooth her. “You become a victim when you let the trauma overtake your life instead of dealing with it and letting it go.”

→“I don’t like to cry,” she sniffled as she closed her eyes causing the tears to fall. “It makes me feel like a victim and I am not a victim.”

→Climbing off of his lap took effort because she truly would rather sleep in his arms than in her bed alone. But she understood that it probably wasn’t totally appropriate for her to be sleeping with a guy in her room, even if they were just sleeping. Okay, so it was totally inappropriate, and her aunt Darla might faint if she saw it, but that didn’t make her want it any less. “Damn hormones,” she growled under her breath.

→“I should let you sleep,” Dair told her as he reached up and brushed her hair from her face. His fingertips grazed her skin and Serenity found herself leaning into his touch. He chuckled at her response to him and that did nothing to cool her desire for him.

→“I think that as long as your choice isn’t going to harm someone, or put them in danger, then sometimes it has to be totally up to you regardless of the effect on someone else’s life. That’s not to say there aren’t times when you do need to consider others, but seasons of life change, circumstances change, and there are times when you have to take care of yourself without worrying about everyone around you.”

→Serenity could tell by the sharp tone that he did not approve of that idea. “No, we all took her back. Darla was trying to convince Emma to let her ask if she could stay the night at our house, but Emma was insistent that she not rock the boat. She was worried about how Mildred might behave I think. I honestly didn’t think Aunt Darla was going to let her out of the car. She kept telling her things like make sure you put something in front of your door while you’re sleeping and keep shoes on while you sleep in case you need to escape quickly. Emma had to remind her that she had a guardian angel, which seemed to appease Darla a little considering she doesn’t doubt for a minute that Raphael truly is an angel. I asked her about it and she said ‘there’s purity in him that isn’t in others’, so I’m just going with it.”

→Dair grinned at her and the effect on his handsome face took her breath away. “I always want to hold you. Do you consider me needy because of that?”

→They sat staring at one another for several minutes. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence but Serenity didn’t enjoy the distance between them. Finally she let out a resigned sigh and scooted across the bed until their knees where touching. “Would you consider me needy if I said I want you to hold me?”

→“Mildred, you cannot park your car in front of the door; it’s a fire hazard,” Darla told her calmly.

→“Ahh, so you’ve met your match?” Serenity asked her.

→Emma and Darla both looked up when the door to the library opened and in walked a girl Emma immediately recognized from her dream. It was Serenity in the flesh. She smiled a knowing smile at her and Emma knew that Serenity recognized her as well.

→Darla pulled back and held Emma’s shoulders and studied her face. Emma met her eyes, having been taught to look at people when they were talking. “I don’t suppose you’d be willing to help me take care of a little problem would you, Emma?”

→“I was hoping you’d come back,” Darla grinned as she rounded the counter with arms already open. Emma had figured out that Darla was a hugger. As the kind woman knelt down and wrapped her arms around her, Emma bit her lip to hold in the emotions that continually seemed to threaten her control. She used to get hugs every day. She used to come home to a smile and the chatter of her mama asking her all about the school day. But those days were just memories.

→Emma shrugged. “On paper, I’m more like twenty―according to my test scores anyways.” Emma continued to chuckle under her breath as they started off again. When they finally reached the library, she was pretty sure her toes were so frozen they just might break in half. She and Raphael stomped the snow from their shoes before entering the library. The warm air rushed over her as she walked into the foyer with Raphael on her heels. Emma was immediately greeted with a smile from Darla that was just as warm as the air filling the room.

→“You don’t seem eight,” Raphael pointed out.

→“It means that I’ve not yet begun to laugh at your horrid expression over energizer bunny eight year olds.”

→“What exactly does that mean?”