Riley’s POV
I was coming down the staircase with Cynthia when I heard Gerald’s voice.
He was in the hallway below, his phone pressed to his ear, his back to me.
Something about his posture made me freeze on the staircase, shoulders hunched, head bowed, like he was carrying a weight too heavy to bear.
“I’m going to miss her,” he said, and even from here I could hear the crack in his voice.
“God, Kester, I’m going to miss the love of my life. Every single day for the rest of my life.”
The words hit me like a physical blow.
The love of his life.
He was talking about me. About Riley. About the woman he knew was dead.
My hands tightened around Cynthia as tears burned behind my eyes. He still loved me. After five years. After marrying someone else. After everything.
He still loved me
