His eyes softened.
“I know.”
“You can trust me.”
“I do.”
“Then tell me.”
For several long seconds, neither of us spoke.
He looked as though he desperately wanted to say something.
Instead, he simply covered my hand with his.
His voice was barely above a whisper.
“I promise…”
He gave me a sad smile.
“…when the time is right, you’ll know everything.”
I searched his face, hoping for something more.
There was nothing.
Only gratitude.
Only exhaustion.
Only secrets.
I decided to let it go.
For now.
Little did I know that the truth was already racing toward us.
And twenty-four hours later, I would unlock my front door after work…
…step inside…
…and find a trail of rose petals leading into my living room.
Part 5
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