He lay holding her, stroking her back soothingly, after taking a shaky breath she spoke "my father owned a shop in Peckham, we lived in the house attached to it.... My mother, she suffered for many years and one day that got to much and she left me..."
"She left?" He said gently
Connie nodded and remained looking out the window by the bed "she took her own life, she didn't feel she was the best person to care for me, and her and my father were so on, off, that she didn't want to bother him with her thoughts"
"Oh connie" he said and kissed her shoulder
"Don't. I felt you deserved to know, I don't wish to discuss it..."
He nodded "if you ever do, I'm here..."
Connie nodded slowly and moved up to look at him "thank you... Thank you for not judging me"
"How could I ever judge you beautiful? You're inspirational connie, look at you, who you are and how strong you are, what happened makes you even more amazing, don't be ashamed of it, ever!"
