Being Yours
“Mine. My entire life, it’s all I ever wanted.”
He knew that, which only made it all the harder to stand there and watch her suffer. “It’s still yours. I’m not taking it from you.”
“You own it.”
“Only because you can’t!” He lowered his voice. “I don’t care whose name is on the contract, Jussie. It’s yours.”
She looked unconvinced. And mad as hell.
“You can buy it back when you’re able, if it makes you feel better; I don’t care,” he said. “Then we’ll—”
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