Elizalde's POV
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"I need to tell her. She needs to know."
"And how sure you are that she will trust you again, Zalde? Remember, this is your second chance. You knew Lizzie more well than anyone. She doesn't easily give her trust back, especially to you."
"And what do you want me to do, Don?" in my frustration.
"You can explain it to her little bit by little. But first, tell her what you really feel so that she can understand you better."
I raked my hair in exasperation and ended the call. Perhaps Don is right. It's time for me to confess myself to her.
The sun is setting, and the beautiful view of the orange-gold skyline reminds me of our honeymoon in the Maldives and Italy. I wish life were like that forever. But I know it will never be, because we have happy and sad moments in lif
