He touched her chin with gentle fingers. “Why would I ever fear what is inside of you? I can see your light shining so bright, there is never a need to fear any part of you.”She ducked her head so that the mass of curly hair fell around her face. “Maybe you don’t see me as well as you think you do.”“Then tell me.”“I don’t know what to tell you. How to tell you. I can’t see it. I only feel it, and it scares me to death.”He was silent a moment, trying to find a way to help her confide in him. She wanted to. It wasn’t that she intentionally was hiding anything, but she was struggling to come to terms with something she knew or suspected and she wasn’t quite ready.“Tell me about your childhood,” Manolito said, his dark gaze holding hers, his voice gentle.She looked uncomfortable, shifting slightly away from him. “I had a normal childhood. You’d think it was boring, but I enjoyed it. My parents are great. Mom’s a doctor, and Dad owns a little bakery shop.
