know me.” Her tears dampened the front of his shirt as she clung to him.

“But I do know you,” he said softly, “and I love what I can see.”

“Oh Dylan, just hold me. I’m so afraid.”

He cradled her and rocked her gently in his arms, listening to her cry as the fire crackled and snapped peacefully. Soon she quieted and lifted her face to his.

“You’re really wonderful, you know.”

“So are you.” He smiled.

“No, I mean it.” She laid her head back down on his shoulder. “I don’t know why I trust you, but I do. Thanks Dylan.”

“For what?”

“For being who you are. For letting me cry.” She sighed. “For teaching me how incredible love can be.&r...

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