He wasn't going anywhere. Lord, how she hoped that was true, in both the short and long term. Losing Steve would just about do her in at this point, he'd wedged himself so thoroughly into her heart and her life.

A distraction, that was what she needed; something to take her mind off the pounding in her head. But what could she ask him for that wouldn't be too much of a bother? (She had to tell herself again and again that asking him for something period was alright, he wouldn't mind, especially if she kept it small.)

"Would you... Would you read to me?" There was hesitation and nervousness in the words and her expression, and she glanced at him with worried eyes, hoping it wasn't too much to ask.