LOREN
Loren just grinned at Phoebe’s quip. ”Not me. I was one of those impoverished patrician types.” Then, however, his smile faltered. ”Though I guess I own the Manor now.” It was a stark reminder of just how much he’d lost, how much he’d missed, in his time away. So when she commented that he was indeed a gentleman, he shook his head. ”I appreciate you saying so, but I’m not. You don’t really know me, Phoebe.” His words came out kindly, gently, but they were also the truth: her first picture of him, the monster that hurt her best friend, was the far more accurate image.
When she started hiccuping, he sighed, but gave her a sympathetic look. ”Take a few deep breaths, and then hold one for as long as you can. After that, say it again.” Just because she was giggling and hiccuping and barely able to control herself did not mean she was off the hook. Still, this might take way longer than he’d been expecting.
When she started hiccuping, he sighed, but gave her a sympathetic look. ”Take a few deep breaths, and then hold one for as long as you can. After that, say it again.” Just because she was giggling and hiccuping and barely able to control herself did not mean she was off the hook. Still, this might take way longer than he’d been expecting.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
