Adult Blogs: TUG JOBS was a little trickle of blood dripping from her lip. She was breathing heavily, her hands clinched tightly at her sides. And what I saw at that moment was a vulnerable, scared little girl trying to put on a brave front.
I sat down on the bed. "Come here," I instructed, holding out my hand to her. When she didn't take it, I lay down beside her and took her in my arms. I gently kissed her lower lip, using my tongue to clean off the trickle of blood.
"I'm so sorry," I murmured into her ear. Rubbing the back of her head with my hand, her hair flowing through my fingers like silk, I just kept repeating, "I'm so sorry."
