Robyn
I left my door open and went into my room. Either Jack and Phoenix would follow me, or they wouldn’t, and I was trying really hard not to be anxious about it. I carried my gym bag to my closet and forced myself to unpack it slowly and methodically, moving my sweaty clothes and gi into the laundry basket, hanging up my boxing gear on the hook at the back of the closet, and then leaving the bag unzipped, so it could air out until the next use.
When I backed out and shut the closet door, Phoenix was there. He pulled me into his arms and hugged me tight against his chest. I had the tiny invasive thought that it wasn’t so bad, at the end of the day, to come back to the warmth and safety and protection of two sets of strong, capable arms. Yes, I was perfectly capable of fighting m
