Chapter 8
Three days later, she still shivered in reaction to his words. The promise had been more of a vow, and it sank into her very marrow like a comforting blanket, wrapping her up in his oath to always be there for her—to never leave her.
Jake had made her a vow, one she’d recited back to him, one he’d broken, unwillingly, but broken nonetheless. But that promise was different from the one Mundo made her. She and Jake had known each other through college, had lived together first and then married. She’d known all his quirks, all his faults by the time she’d even thought about a wedding dress, and she’d loved him because of and despite of those unique aspects of his nature. He’d done the same with her.
That was how marriage worked, wasn’t it? Accepting the good and the bad in equal
