.." I could hear his breathing get heavy and all through his nose, in and out. "Close the door, baby girl." I turned around and slid the door closed. ...e had removed the middle row of seats and laid a blanket down, so there was plenty of room between the back of the front seats and the third row bench. The van swayed as the door clicked and his hands were quickly on my hips from behind."You're a very good little girl." His hands wrapped around my waist, his left hand sliding down and lifting the. I blinked away tears. Thrak moved beneath me. My breath caught as his finger wiped away a tear. His eyes stared into mine, dark-red. Alive.I didn’t kill him.More tears exploded from me. Thrak’s strong arms wrapped about me. He held me to his broad, scarred chest. I shook as I wept in relief. I didn’t kill him. The words chanted through my mind as only throat-tearing sobs escaped my mouth. I didn’t kill him.“I’m sorry,” I choked out. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”I kept sobbing the words, clinging to. "His whole industry is crashing thanks to outsourcing. All of the jobs are getting sent to other countries. There's no work!"Megan shook her head, her light brown hair pulled into a reserved bun to match her gray power suit. She knew about her sister's prejudicies about 'immigrants' and people from other countries, and it always made her shake her head. They had grown up in a well to do upper middle class white neighborhood together, and Elizabeth was still in her bubble. She even dressed the. Met zachte stem vroeg Lisa aan mij:“Zeg Rob? Zou jij een zoon of een dochter willen hebben?”“Maakt me helemaal niets uit lieverd.” Zei ik tegen haar. “We gaan hem of haar liefdevol opvoeden en groot brengen. En met een beetje hulp van jouw en mijn moeder gaat hij of zij een geweldig kind worden. Daar heb ik alle vertrouwen in. Kijk maar eens wat voor geweldige mensen ze van ons hebben gemaakt.”“Ja, dat is waar.” Zei ze met een lach in haar stem. “Wij zijn inderdaad geweldig.”Lachend drukte ik.