Love Bet
"You know that, don’t you?"
"I know."
"And do you love him?" Dad asked, his expression gentle, knowing.
I let out a breath, closing my eyes for a second.
I did.
I always had.
Even when I didn’t want to.
Even when it hurt.
Even when it felt too big, too consuming, too much.
"Yes," I whispered. "I love him."
Mom’s smile widened, her eyes soft. "Then it’s time to go back, baby."
"But"
"He’s calling for you, sweetheart," Dad said. "It’s time to go home."