Day Twenty-Seven – “Damage Control” (In For A Penny)

She used to sit him up on the kitchen counter when he came home from school, inspect the day’s damage. She’d murmur encouraging little nothings, dab at his tears with scraps of kitchen roll, and then there was always a kiss to his cheek as she pressed a small skin-tone plaster over each cut, patching up an ego torn to shreds by the older boys.

When her messy divorce left them with nothing but each other and a dingy one-bedroom flat, he sat with her on the sofa and pressed his hand over her broken heart to hold her together.

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