Nelsy looked at Vinson. Right now he seemed like a lost child in need of shelter. The heart she had hardened against him slowly eased, softening in a way she did not expect. She wrapped her arms around him and gently stroked his back. She still hated what he had done, especially the betrayal, especially what had happened with Elise. But with him sitting here in such a fragile state, how could she possibly bring herself to drive him away?

“I’m here, Vinson.” She knew she might regret it ...