“Stop it.” She pleads turning her face from me, pushing my hands in a second bid to escape me but I’m not going to. I keep hold of her arm even though she gets out of my hug. I swore I would only need one chance and I would hold onto her with everything in me. This is it and that’s what I intend to do. My one chance to have her come back to me, and I won’t stop until I get a real answer either way. Hope, to bring her home to me, or nothing left to fight for.

“Tell me that ...