Funny thing was, watching him grovel like that, seeing him in so much pain?
I felt nothing.
Guess it's not that people can't let go. It's just that the damage hasn't hit hard enough yet.
I pried his hand off mine, slow and deliberate, and said, "You know what, Caleb? I thought losing you would break me. Thought I'd lie awake every night, not able to eat, not able to function.
"But I was wrong. This past month? The fear before surgery. The pain after. The rehab where I could barely stand, drenched in sweat, my back refusing to do a damn thing I told it to—all of it showed me something.
"We're not incapable of letting go. We just haven't found a reason worth it.
"Maybe I would've gone my whole life never knowing that. But now? I know. And I know what I gotta do."
"Mila, please." His v
