I searched his face for the man I had married.
I found only a dying stranger with pleading eyes.
« Is she yours, David? Is that what this is? A daughter you had before me? »
« You won’t even tell me why? »
He closed his eyes.
A single tear slid down his hollow cheek.
« Please, my love. Don’t make me answer that now. Just bring her home. »
I know how it sounds.
But I had loved this man for fifteen years, and he was slipping away from me one breath at a time.
Refusing him felt like killing him twice.
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