Kristene Skaggs

“Breathe. Just breathe.”
“There’s no air, Blythe.”
“Reach for me. I won’t let you drown. I’m right here.”
He rubs my back some more and then laughs lightly. “You’re already taken.”
“I have two hands, Sabin. Grab one.”
He thinks for a while, and I feel him take hold of his own hands to fully encircle me in his embrace. “I’m trying, love. I’m trying.”
― Jessica Park, Restless Waters