Chapter 7: The Truth We Should Have Had
I sat beside Luke and touched his hand. It was thinner now, but still warm. The same hand that once steadied Miles’s bike. The same hand that passed me tasting spoons in the kitchen.
When he opened his eyes and saw me, tears filled them immediately.
“Laurel?”
“I’m here.”
He apologized, but I told him the truth. I understood why he did it, but I hated what he had done. He had no right to decide my grief for me. He had no right to steal my choice and call it protection.
“That was my life too,” I whispered.
When I told him Miles missed him, not hated him, that broke him more than my anger ever could have… Continue Reading ⬇️
