It didn't make sense how much he meant to her after that short a time. Sam had snuck into her life seemingly overnight and now she couldn't imagine a life without him in it. That Christmas party seemed so long ago, the gift of the little girl she knew in her heart had to be his the only real and good thing she'd done in all of her life. Maybe thats why she was crying. Maybe the realisation that Lauren was becoming afraid of her had pushed her to the brink but it could have been any of the last few days, weeks even.
He told her he could make her better and she believed him. Of course she believed him. He said it and she knew that it was true. How weird was that? He was married. He was a married man and she'd practicly put the last nail in the coffin of his marraige and jumped him in an elevator not long after.
Or he'd jumped her. There had most definitely been jumping either way.
"You're too good for this, is why. Too good or me, for dealing with my messed up...whatever this is. You just got out of one failed relationship, you don't need a single mom who dreams about torture and hell at night. Of yellow eyed monsters who promise the world and then..." she trailed off looking toward her daughters room, almost scared of it, scared that Lauren would wake up and hate her again. Could kids so young hate like that? "She looks at me lately and its not the same. Its not my little girl loving her mother, its...fear. Its actually fear. And I don't know what to do to make that go away. I told her, I keep telling her, like you said. But kids are smart Sam, they're smarter than the rest of us and maybe she can see all that darkness we talked about"
She shrugged, retriving the coffee, her other hand still locked with his, refusing to let go much as her head was ruling her heart on what she was telling him.
"I don't know how I know. But I know you're something special. Something vital. And I know that's important. So maybe you need to be researching and not here with all my baggage. Maybe you're better off...y'know..."