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Seventy-two

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Annabelle’s stomach tightened, and she felt her face heat with embarrassment. Shame mixed with panic as she worried what Cassidy and the others might be thinking.

“And I helped,” Patrick said, his voice steady, though Annabelle could feel his amusement in the way his fingers lightly tapped the table.

There was a brief pause, a moment where Annabelle could feel everyone’s eyes on them. Jesse raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed, while Sam smirked slightly.

“Well,” Jesse said flatly, grabbing the breadbasket, “that’s… considerate of you.”

Patrick just nodded. Annabelle, on the other hand, wanted to disappear into her chair.

“Anyway,” James said, expertly steering the conversation in another direction, “Patrick, your mother tells me you finally made your decision?”

Annabelle glanced up as Patrick nodded. “Yeah. Northridge. Full scholarship. I will head out in three days.”

Three days. Annabelle’s chest tightened, anxiety twisting in her stomach. She knew this was coming, but hearing him
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    A faint, sterile smell of hospital disinfectant lingers in the air, and the soft, rhythmic beeping of a monitor keeps time with her shallow breaths, each sound a reminder of where she is.Patrick’s hand grips hers, tight and desperate, as if holding on could keep her here. His forehead rests on her knuckles, his shoulders shaking.“Umma,” he whispers, his voice breaking. “Please, don’t go.”I want to stay, she thinks with growing desperation. God, I want to stay. The thought repeats in her head, desperate and aching.She hears Jesse and Sam beside him. They do not speak, just hold him, their grief the only sound. Her boys. Her son and his brothers are, in every way, not by blood. She raised them. She loved them. She remembers the mornings in the kitchen, the smell of pancakes and their laughter filling the air. Those moments, fleeting and precious, shaped their lives. Now, they carry the weight of her leaving.Tears burn behind her eyelids as she whispers, “No.”“Please, God.” Her hea

  • With All My Love    Epilogue

    One year later Jesse and I had a long conversation, a real one.We discussed everything: the past, the future, regrets, and what-ifs. But I never told him what happened between Cassidy and me. Some things are better left buried. I wanted them to work it out themselves, free from old mistakes.So they did.They started couples therapy, and it wasn’t easy. Still, they were trying. They were healing.And the bookshop?I finally found someone to take over the one in New Orleans. Today was the grand opening of my second store, Susan’s, named after Patrick’s mother. It felt right, honoring her this way, keeping her spirit alive in the books she loved.Patrick also moved his work here. He said it wouldn’t affect his career, but we both knew he just wanted to be here. With us. With me.Oh, and Michaela? She quit months ago. I never asked why—I didn’t care to.But the most precious thing, the thing that mattered most, was Henry and Patrick. Nothing else could compare.Their bond had been slow

  • With All My Love   Eighty-two

    PresentWe lay in the dim light, face to face. Our bodies barely touched, but we were close enough to feel each other's heat and the nervous flutter beneath my skin. His breath was slow. Measured. But the intensity in his eyes unsettled me; they burned through me, gray and endless, as if searching for something precious he’d lost and desperately needed to find again.Then he reached out, tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear, his fingertips lingering against my skin, tracing the line of my jaw, down the column of my throat. I swallowed hard, heat blooming in my stomach."I was hunted for months after," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the rain outside. Cold dread clung to every word. "I didn't want anyone to contact me. I just wanted to disappear." My hands trembled in my lap. "But then, when I realized I was pregnant, I came to find you." My voice wavered, raw with fear. "I was so scared. But when I saw you—" I swallowed hard, heart pounding. "You were happy. So alive.

  • With All My Love   Eighty-one

    PastAnnabelle asked around for Patrick. Some knew, some didn’t. Others just stared at her swollen belly, now seven months along. She was so damn tired. Natasha had offered to come when Annabelle had told her, but she had declined. Annabelle wanted to do this alone. It was her responsibility. Her burden to bear.She walked through the campus, a sprawling, beautiful place filled with students laughing and chatting. She felt like an alien, a ghost haunting a place she didn’t belong. The air was thick with the scent of freshly mowed grass and the promise of a bright future. A future she was no longer a part of. She had made a promise to herself a long time ago: she wouldn’t be like her mother. But here she was, in a different kind of mess, but a mess nonetheless.Just as she was about to give up, she saw him. His hair was shorter now, but it was still him. He stood among the students, a thick book in one hand and instruments in the other. He looked at home, like he belonged. If he turned

  • With All My Love   Eighty

    Present -Him She was here. And no, I wasn’t seeing double from all the alcohol I’d consumed in just a few hours after the ordeal.Happily never after, I thought bitterly.When I woke up, my head throbbed and my body felt heavy from everything I’d done the night before. Still, nothing—not the hangover or the haze—could have prepared me for what I saw in the mirror.My hair. Chopped.I must have really wanted to change my life in my drunken haze.But I wasn’t drunk anymore. I was completely sober, every sense awake. I saw the woman who started all of this step out of Sam’s car right in front of me.Fucking Sam.She looked as beautiful as ever, hands in her pockets. The grass crunched under her boots as she walked up and stopped just inches from me, her deep brown eyes meeting mine.Fuck. I sighed. “Hey,” she said softly, "Hey." Her voice was soft. The universe was mocking me; the clouds cracked open, and the sky unleashed a downpour, raining down on us in an instant.Oh, fuck me.HerH

  • With All My Love   Seventy-nine

    She stared at him. Memorized him. And then she packed her things.Cassidy picked her up at dawn. Neither spoke as Annabelle climbed into the car. Cassidy flicked her cigarette out the window, exhaling smoke, and pulled away from the cliffs. Silence stretched while the road ahead looked endless. Annabelle's hands shook. Her heart raced. Her skin still burned from Patrick’s touch, from fighting back, from where Cassidy had stepped in and finished what Annabelle couldn’t.She swallowed hard and turned to Cassidy. “Since when do you smoke?”Cassidy let out a sharp breath, flicking the ashes out the window. “Well, killing somebody should warrant that.”For a second, neither of them spoke. Then, at the same time, they laughed, sharp and breathless, like two people who had crossed a line they could never come back from.The bus station was empty when they arrived.“You don’t have to do this,” Cassidy said, her voice low, uncertain.Annabelle just smiled. “I do.”Cassidy sighed, gripping the

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