Nancy has changed. Her face is scarred, her lips now crooked and twisted up in one corner. She walks with a slight limp-she was no longer what she would consider pretty. But when Bill looked at her, she felt beautiful again. She felt like she fit between his large hands, next to him in bed. They always seemed like they fit together so perfectly.

She's aware now, more than ever, what his hands are capable of doing to her. She'd nearly been murdered by his hand, so much so that even he believed her dead. Bet had been sure of it, too, until she'd heard Nancy moan through her broken nose.

When Bill touches her, holds her, and this time when he puts his arms around her, she doesn't withdraw from him. She places her head against his chest, letting him cradle her against him. Her arms wrap around him so she can hold herself close. Her breathing was still unsteady as she let herself cry.

Through it all, she just wanted to laugh and smile. She was here with Bill, in his arms, and he fucking loved her. She nods into his chest. "Yes- I know you do. I love you, too. More'n anyone or anything." She squeezes him. "God almighty- I was so scared, Bill. Please stay with me- I can't lose you again."