DAMIAN
I desperately fought the urge to fidget. I was not some erring four year old brought into the principal's office for goodness sake!
Mrya who was smiling down at the card I was holding out to her was certainly no principal.
Besides, I had already read what Amelia had written so it came as no surprise. That meant I wasn't supposed to be this tense.
Myra took the feelings card from between my tight fingers. It was a struggle for me to finally let it go because it felt like I was giving her a piece of my essence. If she noticed how tightly I was holding on to it, she did not comment. She merely waited patiently until I had relinquished my hold on it before taking it and reading it.
I leaned back immediately against the comfortable couch and waited for her verdict. For what seemed
