HE BEGINS TO REVEAL HIMSELF...WHAT NEXT?
“Little one…” He is holding me so that my face is pressed hard into his shoulder. I am shaking violently and the sobs keep coming. He says nothing, only holds me against him. After a long while, I am unable to cry anymore. I have grown too tired to speak to him. “Where is the old man now little one?... Sign in to see full entry.