Chapter 1923

“Cecilia,” he uttered, his voice laced with emotion.

She offered no response, her face pressed against his back.

He was leaner now, but his frame was actually more robust than during his illness.

After what felt like an eternity, her voice, barely above a whisper, broke the silence.

“Does it still hurt?”

“The pain’s gone.

Finally, Mark rotated, his eyes meeting Cecilia’s tear-streaked face.

first time, he realized reconciliation wouldn’t bring

profound sorrow

off the gas stove, his gaze deep and intense as

he’d allowed himself to

warm and inviting under his

called

leaned forward, capturing her lips

support against the kitchen

were fervent,

went no

head on his

through her long hair, comforting

a prolonged silence, he softly

something

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