Thirty Years of Tears

by Kristen K2

'Kimberly?' he said after a long silence. 

Her voice was gentle, a thread of exhaustion weaving throughout. 'I'm here, Sir. Is there something you need?' 

You, he wanted to reply. But to admit that, especially now when such an admission would only put her in jeopardy, was not a mistake he was prepared to make. He'd already made too many in the last few days.

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