Status Updates From Mercy Fletcher Meets Her Ma...

“Now give me your hand, darling. We’re here.”

That first endearment always hits different 👁️👅👁️

»Her cheeks felt flushed as she turned. “I’m sorry, I—”
​Thomas dangled her discarded slippers before her and pressed them into her hands. “Don’t be sorry. We are just discovering what works for you,” he said.«

Fuck me, I’m crying. This is the kind of love and understanding and being *seen* I want (and they’re barely friends at this point!!)

"Perhaps it was time to let it go at last. His resentments, unearned as they had been."

mhhh, little bit anxious to see where this is going if the animosity between them is already subsiding