Breaking through…..

It hadn't taken long to reach the front door...20 minutes at most, but when those twenty minutes had been travelled mostly in silence, with 500 possible things to say...probably a thousand things she wanted to say, Andy felt those 20 minutes could've been 20 hours and she still wouldn't have been able to form a coherent sentence in her head. She heard him switch off the engine, sensed him shift around in his seat to look at her - but she couldn't bring herself to look at him. She knew if she did then she would only see his injuries, how hurt he was, how close she had come to loosing him...how much damage losing hum could have inflicted on her...and terrifyingly...how much her happiness, mental and emotional wellbeing now appeared to be inextricably linked in with another's...in with his...