Anelisa

He chuckled and stood up, as he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.

I flinched at the touch, but he didn't seem to notice. "Come on, darling" he persuaded. "I know you love to write. It's a way to express yourself, to let out your emotions. Think of it as therapy."

What? Is he saying I need a therapist? Even if I was mad at him, he was quite right.

I did love to write, and the thought of putting my thoughts and feelings into words was tempting.

From his explanation, it ...