She didn’t want to go backward, but the dream was compelling.
The man she had once loved so dearly wanted her, doted on her, and participated with their family.
She needed to feel this after having been blasted by someone she had called friend – after she had let this person in and they had just ripped her assunder.
The balm of a fantasy…being nourished, desired, and craved even…in the comfort of once knowns gave the soul a sense of sanctified continuum.
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