The style might grow on her, she wasn't sure yet. It wasn't what she was used to, she'd always enjoyed brushing her fingers through long gold waves. At least it was him though and she leaned against his touch.

And she was definitely not letting his hand go. He'd left once, she wasn't letting him go again. She wasn't even going to let him go far from her in case she lost him again. It had hurt too much the first time, she'd done everything she could after he'd left but everyone had noticed the change in her. Not even the joy of having their children, grandchildren and great grandchildren hadn't helped.

A little smile and she nodded, letting him pull her along and running with him.