Even if the woman treading water before him didn't seem to have vengeance on her mind. Not so much as a hint of the burning rage that fueled her. He didn't blame her. Knew it would take time, time and distance, to heal the internal wounds. If they could ever really heal at all. But he'd work with her, help in whatever way he could. And if she never returned to who she had been before this, he would not love her any less.












