To Make A Moment With Herman Eternal

I left the Drake manor all but carried in Herman’s arms. Inside the carriage it was no different. The tension went out of me all at once and my body refused to obey me. Herman said nothing, only gave me his shoulder. I leaned into him, closed my eyes, and felt his hand patting me, over and over, in a steady rhythm.

I don’t want to think about anything.

I was so terribly tired. That one day seemed to have held forty-eight hours in it, and I felt as though I had lived through some impossibly long stretch of time.