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“Of course you do, dear. I knew that the moment I met you. I’m just glad our boy finally said it.”
I turn to check on Max, who’s happily swiping brown paint across the canvas. When I move to face Emma, I finally whisper, “We haven’t said it yet.”
She gives me one of those knowing, gentle pats on the arm before replying, “You may not have both said the words, but it has been felt for a while. In fact, it probably never left. Not really. Sure, you both moved on for a short period of time, but the love you two carry runs deep and true. It was bound to pull you back together again.”
My eyes burn with unshed tears as I hold her gaze. She’s absolutely right. Did I love Charles? Yes. Was it the same kind of love I feel with Jensen? No. This love is all-consuming and powerful. It’s as if I can’t fathom waking up in the morning without him by my side. It’s crazy, really. We’ve only reconnected for a handful of weeks, but here we are, in love and anxious to see what comes next.
“Where do you think he went?” Orval asks, taking his wife’s hand in his own and bringing it to his lips.
“I don’t know,” I confess.
An uneasy feeling sweeps through me as I try to imagine whatever it was that pulled Jensen away so quickly. If I had to guess, I’d say it had something to do with my dad’s letters, and that part scares me most of all.
Why?
