My Tough Armor
However, on the night of my 18th birthday, the first crack started to form in my carefully-crafted armor.
I'd just gotten off work from the graveyard shift and was on my way back to my dormitory when I ran into a group of drunk street thugs. Just as they were about to force me to my wits' end, Vernon suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
After chasing off the thugs, he gathered me in his arms even though my knee was bleeding from earlier.
His hug threw me completely off guard. It felt like the strange yet familiar warmth of a father's hug—big, strong, and safe.
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