Hatred seemed like a self-destructive emotion to harbor, and Jules was glad that Daani couldn't seem to hold onto it. "Certainly not," she murmured.
As Daani talked about therapy and then lunch with his brother, Jules became overwhelmed with the Sense that her friend needed something a bit more and different than just a sympathetic ear. She unfolded herself from the chair and crossed to where Daani sat. Perching on the arm of her chair, she slid an arm around Daani's thin shoulders, pulling her close.
"It definitely makes sense that it feels fresh again, with it all stirred up so recently. You are so strong for taking all these steps though," she said, her hand rubbing small circles over her sleeve-covered arm.