Goodbye, My Love

The blanket, even when folded, seemed slightly large, reaching the sides of her thighs, effectively shielding her from the wind. Standing before her, Marco was a human windbreak. Suddenly, Loraine didn’t feel cold anymore.

Yet, the night breeze still tousled her hair.

Looking up, she met Marco’s gentle gaze. The handsome man tenderly smoothed her hair away from her temples, his fingertips lingering on her face. His touch was light, unimposing.

Loraine’s gaze wavered, her heart pounding as she looked away.

Angela’s Library

His caretaking had felt practiced, as though he had rehearsed it privately many times. Uncomfortable, Loraine found herself voicing her curiosity.

this? You were once a workaholic, oblivious to life. How have you become

with a gentle, straightforward look. “Loraine, I know I was a terrible husband to you and our family.

had been working to mend their relationship, but

with his strong ego, would always be stubborn

how to be a good husband, until

much reflection. For Loraine, he’d change, clumsily and cautiously striving to

her mouth opening to

“You…

you

that she didn’t care if he was a good husband or not, but she was

hand with a smile, whispering, “Go on in.

to hurry back and found Rowan and Wesley standing at