She thanked the Lord that he didn’t press the matter, and felt her heart swell in affection for him. He was too kind by half, far too kind for anything that she deserved. But she allowed herself to lean into him. They had time to decide by the end of the week, at least. Perhaps it would give her some breathing room. “Thank you, Dory.” She murmured, eyes fluttering closed. She would be better tomorrow. It would be clearer tomorrow.

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