I looked down at the hand gripping my wrist.His knuckles were white. He was squeezing so hard it felt like he was trying to crush the bone.“Let go,” my voice was soft, but it held a cold, absolute command.Nico didn’t let go. He looked up, his eyes laced with red.“Have some dignity,” I said, staring into his eyes. “Nico, it’s the only thing you have left to choose.”His fingers trembled, then slowly released their grip.“If that night,” he said, his voice raw, “if I had stopped Isabella… would you still have married me?”I looked at him, feeling nothing.“Maybe.”A flicker of light ignited in his eyes. A final, desperate hope.“But there are no ‘if’s in life.”I watched that light die.“You didn’t stop her,” I said. “That is the only fact that matters.”I walked out of the clinic and didn’t look back.It was a rare, sunny December day. The wind was sharp, a winter chill in the air.I tilted my face up, letting it wash over me.The heavy weight that had been crushing my chest for thr
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