Closure had a price, and it was paid in tears.
John held my hands in the car outside the quiet café, his jaw tight but his eyes full of understanding. “You don’t have to do this alone,” he said softly. “But I know you need it. Just… come back to me after.”
I kissed him deeply, tasting love and the slight edge of jealousy he was trying to hide. “I’ll always come back to you.”
Leo was already sitting at a corner table when I walked in. He looked thinner, but his gentle smile when he saw me still carried that familiar kindness. My heart twisted painfully.
“Lucy,” he said quietly as I sat down. “Thank you for meeting me.”
The conversation was the hardest thing I’d ever done. He didn’t yell. He didn’t accuse. He simply laid his pain bare 🥹 How humiliated he felt watching me run to John at
