Lorenzo stared at his signature at the bottom of the page, and I watched the color drain slowly from his face.Before that day, I had forgiven him fifty-one times.Perhaps, in his mind, so many acts of forgiveness had become indistinguishable from forgiveness without limit. He had come to believe that I would always understand him, always yield, and always be waiting exactly where he had left me.Sera had learned the same lesson from my silence. Every concession I made had emboldened her, until she no longer hesitated to parade Lorenzo's choices in front of me."Erin, is this some kind of joke?"Lorenzo turned quickly back to the first page. His eyes raced over the words, but with every line he read, his grip on the papers tightened."If this is only because Sera upset you, there is no reason to go this far.""She and I have never crossed that line.""She was Matteo's wife. She is the person he left behind, the one he worried about most.""Taking care of her is how I repay the life I o
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