...but the heart won't lie. Fear. Insecurities. They lie, and I let them eat at me until they boiled over, and I... well, you know. But seeing her walking for that door was what I needed to get myself together. To finally admit what my heart has been saying for years. This isn't simple attraction. It's not even about our daughter. I want the pretty brunette I saw all those years ago. Need her like the blood...