Harrison’s POVI sat back like she’d hit me.“So forgive me,” she said, her voice climbing, “if the thought of legally binding myself to another human being makes me physically sick. Forgive me if I look at a marriage licence and all I can see is you, standing in that kitchen, throwing photographs at me—”“Estelle—”“Telling me to sign. Telling me it was over. Not even letting me—” She stopped herself. Pressed both hands flat on the table and breathed, hard, through her nose.I couldn’t speak. My throat had closed.“I couldn’t do it,” she said, quieter now but not softer. “Couldn’t pick up the pen. Couldn’t write my name on that line. Every time I tried, my hands would shake so badly I couldn’t hold the pen straight.”“Karl understood,” she went on. “He didn’t push. We’re committed to each other, we’re raising Chloe together, we have a life. Does it really matter if there’s a piece of paper in some government office?”I put my head in my hands.“Estelle.”“What? What do you want me to
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