Lara

My darling girl,

Your scent lingers on your pillow. I pressed my face into it this morning like a foolish girl in a love poem. Demetria caught me. She didn't laugh. She simply said, "She has your heart." She meant it as a compliment. I think. The truth is more complicated. You have my tenderness, yes. But you have her iron. The combination will either make you unstoppable or tear you apart.

I am betting on unstoppable.
Lara