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.

workaholic, oblivious to life. How have you become

gentle, straightforward look. “Loraine, I know I was a terrible husband to you and our family. I wasn’t worthy of

Marco had been working to mend their relationship, but she hadn’t anticipated his admission of past

would

striving to learn how to be a good husband, until you can

was his resolution, born of much reflection. For Loraine, he’d change, clumsily and cautiously striving to do better. Despite his flaws, he

gaze flickered, her mouth opening to

“You…

asked you

was a good husband or not, but she was

released her hand with a smile, whispering, “Go on in. Your uncle has been waiting

Wesley standing at