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.

pride. The fear that standing next to her, he’d

reluctance to chase her, but a cruel race against

Cecilia’s heart sank.

to grasp his hand,

But she couldn’t.

departed in tears, unaware Mark mirrored her

of rights and wrongs, perhaps misguided

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life only through snippets. Her career

paths crossed sporadically, thanks to

wasn’t sure if

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