(I walk into the den and sigh seeing Tara hasnt moved since I left that morning. I pick her up into my arms, careful of her bruises and carry her to the kitchen. I set her down & make her food)"you're going to eat. then we're going to talk. you cant keep going on like this. please babe. if not for me or yourself then for the children. because I will not watch you waste away. I'll resign and take us home before I let that happen. I love you too damned much. where is the spitfire I married?"
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