Tag Archives: Marin Astoris

[This post is from Marin’s point of view.] Thom reached out a hand to her and Marin exhaled, standing up and coming to sit with him on the bed. He wrapped both arms around her and held her for a … Continue reading →

[This post is from Marin’s point of view.] A cradle. Marin sat down heavily in the rocking chair in the corner, bile rising in her throat. She tried to swallow it back down, to ignore the sourness that slicked the … Continue reading →

[This post is from Marin’s point of view.] It was Thom that broke the silence again, after another dozen steps, as they drew closer to their own door and the promise of dry clothes, warm blankets, and their bed. “Do … Continue reading →

[This post is from Marin’s point of view.] Thom held her tightly. She could hear the steady thumb of his heart as she rested her head against his chest, her lips drawn tight into a thin line. The cotton of … Continue reading →

[This post is from Marin’s point of view.]                 “Mar?”                 She turned toward the sound of her husband’s voice, blinking back tears she hadn’t realized had pricked her eyes rimming her lashes.  Thom paused, his brows knitting, as if … Continue reading →