"More than Bianca?"
She caught him off guard. Oliver was not prepared for his sister to draw comparisons to his dead wife, and even though Ellie knew it was loathsome of her to make him answer it, she would force his hand if she needed to. Her emotional state had never been worse, and she needed an answer to that.
"It's a simple question, Oliver," she said a moment later, when her brother had yet to respond. "Do you love me more than you loved her?"
"To be honest, I'm still bewildered that you're asking me this. It's just so wrong in so many ways."
"That may be so, but I still need an answer. And if you love me even half of what you've made me believe, you will answer."
Looking into her breathtaking blue eyes while she was perched in his lap, there was no uncertainty in Oliver's heart
