There’s no denying it, twenty-eight-year-old scars later and he’s still wrapped around her little finger. One look and he’s willing to do anything, whatever she asks. But what she needs most in that moment is what he struggles with himself. And he feels as unprepared now as he did then, her piercing cries replaced with piercing eyes. But he won’t, he can’t back down, and maybe what spills from his lips is exactly what she needs, because only after he gives her a final nod of encouragement does she turn to face Henry. — msynergy