Broken Birds, Part 8, Rachael Reborn
Part 8 Rachael Reborn Michael lay on the bed in a thick terrycloth robe. He had showered, shaved and taken a little blue pill. Though an experienced lover, he felt nervous. He would be making love to a fragile, broken woman who had saved his daughter. He would have loved her for that alone. In fact, he loved her strength and determination. As he thought about it, Rachael was a contradiction, strong yet fragile, beautiful yet ashamed⌠His thoughts stopped as the door opened and Beth pushed Rachael through the open door. Beth pulled the door closed, âHave fun kids,â she said with a broad smile on her face. Michael rose and put his hands on her shoulders, âRachael, you are breathtakingly beautiful!â Small in stature, she seemed more a doll than a woman. Her …