Sir. I could use a crutch. His knees gave way, but the captain was there, his arms going around the taller man’s bony body, holding him to him as he shook with silent sobs. I have you, son, he whispered. I’ll be your crutch.
Lora Leigh
Sir. I could use a crutch. His knees gave way, but the captain was there, his arms going around the taller man’s bony body, holding him to him as he shook with silent sobs. I have you, son, he whispered. I’ll be your crutch.