Emotions Guilt

In a very long time—that could be counted for as long as five years—the hug was the closest thing Rhys had had to what was described as an emotion-filled hug. Veronica had just given him something he didn’t know he yearned for, something he didn’t know how he wanted, until her frail arms came around his neck and she brought him in the hug.

Even though he was taller and his head was way above Veronica’s own, the two women suddenly switched and buried their heads in his shoulder and chest, respectively. Without saying a word or a single plea, he knew he had just been added to the family and hoped that this woman was really the thing that Sophie read in her sister’s journal. Time will tell, he said to himself.

After standing in each other’s embrace for more than three minutes, Rhys shifted his stance, softly telling them both that it was time to disengage. He didn’t want to be the party pooper to spoil the twenty-four-year relationship reunion, but his spine told him otherwise.

The women