The Wife (Rossi, Book 2)
“Please, don't say that. We love you, we fucking love you.”
Finally stepping forward, I reach a hand up to each of their faces and cup their cheeks.
They stare at me, eyes wide and full of hope.
I take a deep breath before speaking, terrified to shatter that hope.
“I know you guys do. And I wish that was enough. Trust me, I wish that was enough. But it's not. Love is not enough.”
I pull my hands away from them and step all the way back once more.
A piece of me breaks when I see the hope leave their eyes, replaced instantly with sadness, with sorrow.
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