An odd feeling—one of tenderness—swept through me.
It struck me as I watched her tonight what a gentle soul she must have.
She lost her parents, survived what I knew must have been a rough time after they passed, although she hadn't given me a great deal of information.
She never discussed her time living on the street, which must have been horrific. She put up with me, cared for Penny, and thought nothing of helping a friend, even if she had to shift her entire life to do so—and she did it all with one of her warm smiles.
She was amazing.
I found a pair of sleep pants and a T-shirt. I preferred sleeping only in boxers, but I didn't want Rubliana any more uncomfortable than she clearly was already.
After getting ready, I slipped in beside her, waiting for her to say something. There was only silence.
Rising up on my elbow, I peeked over her shoulder, drawing the heavy veil of hair away from her face.
