My chest tightened with every step I took toward them. It felt like my ribs would crack from the pressure from the ache. Tears streamed down my face, and I didn’t know why I couldn’t stop them.
“I know you still love me, Vincent! I know you don’t love her! Let’s start over.”
I heard Caroline from where I stood. My feet froze. I clamped a hand over my mouth to keep the sobs from breaking loose.
“She’s too young, and she’s not the woman for you, Vincent!” Caroline added.
I forced myself to move again, to see them up close. I saw Caroline take Vincent’s hand. My husband didn’t move. He just stood there, silent.
It felt like someone was stabbing my heart over and over as I stared at their hands. His. Hers.
“Vincent, come with me. We’ll leave San Miguel. We’ll leave this town. We ca
