Our bags being at the airport, we had no nightclothes except our underwear. Shortly, I could hear her crying. I sat on her bed and patted her and ran ...y fingers through her hair. I squeezed her arms.She sighed, "Please hold me."I lay down beside her and pulled the covers up. With her back to me, I could pat and pet and stroke her. She liked me to rub her scalp and run my fingers in her hair. She would murmur approval, then stop, and cry again. I cuddled her like Sharon, touching as much of her. “You did it to protect me, didn’t you?”“Do what?” she asked.“Stopped singing.”Amelia studied my eyes intently, and nodded.I touched her cheek. “I can’t live without hearing your voice. It feeds my mind. It makes me happy. It makes me want to live, Amelia. I can’t live without your voice. Please, sing, for me.”Smoky gray eyes stared into mine. She saw the truth and smiled slightly. In a soft, melodious voice, one I had missed like an addict his opiate, Amelia sang.“Te regalo mi cinturaY mis. More

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