Love’s Bitter Pill
My calm responses seemed to unsettle him, but before he could say anything more, Beverly called out from across the room.
“Charles, I’m cold. Come hug me!”
He smiled and walked over.
“Of course, my little princess.”
He took off his jacket, draped it over her shoulders, and held her close, singing her a lullaby as if she were a child.
I returned home alone, packed my belongings, and prepared to leave everything behind.
After packing, I opened my phone and saw Beverly’s new Instagram post.
[The one who loves you will never let you get hurt.]
That night, I had the best sleep I’d had in years.
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