Fuck, she looks so scared. “Did you have another dream, baby?” She stroked his hair from his face. He looks ill again… Danny stretched and sat up in the bed. “Yeah.” He propped himself up with his elbows, and pulled her towards him. Diane lay down on his bare chest and breathed him in. “I wish you would tell me what they were about. I could get you some help. I know this really good-." “No, Di. I don’t need a therapist.” Lie to her. “It’s just about Emily, that’s all. It’s coming up to three years now, and it’s just playing on my mind.” Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. “I still think talking to someone will help you…” she spoke between planting kisses on to his white skin. I can hear his heart racing, he’s lying to me. Should I confront him? He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, and squeezed her tight. “I have you, don’t I? I talk to you every day.” “You’re keeping something from me, Daniel.
