Dax handled me with care when we finally arrived home. He allowed me to sit in silence, mulling over the events of today and what I faced next week. His patience never ceased to amaze me, and the fact he didn't feel the need to fill the silence only offered me peace. Physically, he was distant, which drove me insane. I wanted the familiarity of his touch, not sexually, but as a reminder of his protection.
I went to the family room when we got home while he stayed in the kitchen to start dinner. Sitting on the couch, I grabbed my journal from the coffee table and started scribbling like a mad woman. Anything that came to mind landed on those pages-most of which didn't make sense, but it was now the way I processed. Mr. Whiskers and Sassy hopped up beside me and made themselves comfortable
