“More than anything, babygirl.”
“Okay.” With another trembling breath, she nodded. “Okay. If you’re sure, then I’m willing to give it a try.”
“That’s all I ask for. And you are going to start by writing those three sentences over and over again in that notebook.”
Ugh, writing lines again? But even as her nose wrinkled in disgust, her heart leapt as she re-read the sentences he’d written for her. “How many times?”
“Until you start to believe it.” Switching their positions again, he placed her on the chair and pushed her up to the desk. “And we’ll be taking the notebook home with us, so you can write them as often as you need to, until they’re permanently written on your heart.”
“We may need more notebooks,” she mumbled, picking up the pen.
“Then we’ll buy as many as it takes.”