Craving My Mafia Obsession
“You mean you’re not mad at me, Michael? Because I really feel like it’s all my fault. I’ve been too overwhelmed and stressed, not taking proper care of myself.
It’s been one thing after another, and I feel like I’m spiraling out of control. The plane crash, everything else..
I thought I could handle it all, but now, I'm not so sure,” she confides, her voice quivering with uncertainty and fear.
I wrap my arms around her in a comforting embrace, holding her as close to me as I can in a gentle, soothing voice, “Sabrina, it isn’t your fault.
I want you to know that I’m not mad at you, my love.” My words are filled with warmth and unwavering support.
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