A Marriage Deal To Remember
“He is my everything, I love your father so much, I love him so much. The kind of love that eats you alive.”
She rose without warning and crossed to hee sewing table, opened a drawer and brought out a needle. She came back, sat down, and held out her palm.
“I need you both to promise me something,” she said. “I need you to promise me that you will never love like that. You wouldn't love so much that it hurts you, you have to be cold and rigid. Love is chaotic, deal with it with that same chaos.”
She pricked her skin and blood welled at the surface, read and thick. A slow bead slid down the center of her hand. Willow whimpered. I flinched.
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