There is something about her that simply won’t allow me to rest until I see her again. It wears at me and everything I do, like a worm that burrows through an apple. So, the minute we get home, I go right to her room.

“Knock”

“Knock”

I knock on her door and wait for her to answer it. After a few minutes, I unlock the door and open it to find her taking a nap on her bed. She looks beautiful with her hair spread across her pillow like an angel with a halo.

The last thing I want to do is make her scared again, but I need...