Her lips quivered, no words forthcoming.

He released her hand with gentle resignation.

Frustration gnawing at him, he longed for a smoke.

Finally, he spoke, his voice a calm veneer.

“Cecilia, I’ve wronged you, I know. And I feel your resentment. I’ve lived these years, risking everything for you, our kids. I’ve earned your coldness, but I’m aging, Cecilia. I wanna do everything to care for you and our family while I still can. If we prolong this, I fear it’ll be too late.”

His gaze held her. Her vitality contrasted his concealed fear of aging.

let her see the insecurity shadowing his pride. The fear that standing next to her, he’d invite judgment, bring her

her, but

Cecilia’s heart sank.

forgive him, to grasp his hand, to say

But she couldn’t.

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