The Don's Prey
“What if I try and fail? What if I hurt him? What if I destroy the only small happiness I have?”
Belle’s expression softened into something like pity and steel mixed together. “If you can’t do it, then you walk away anyway. You find help. You don’t stay to be broken. If you try and fail, that’s not the end of the story, Giovanna. That’s the middle. You keep going.”
I looked out to the sea again,the same steady waves, the same tide that always turned. For the first time since I had heard him admit nothing, I felt a sliver of resolve. It was small and shaky, but it was there.
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