Lemuel went quiet for a beat. His tone was earnest, heavy with care. "Abigail, if Fernando ever lets you down someday... promise me you won't hurt yourself."
I thought back to my last relationship. I nodded firmly. "Don't worry. I'm not that same Abigail anymore."
I knew Fernando wasn't Brandon.
If he ever stopped liking me, I'd be okay with letting him walk away.
Still, I wasn't ready to tell him how I felt quite yet.
Maybe it was because I was watching, but Fernando was on fire that night. Every single one of his solo takes was perfect on the first try.
What was supposed to take three hours was wrapped in less than two.
Over dinner, I asked, "How much longer do you have left on this shoot?"
"Barring any delays, two more months," he said.
I did the math in my head. Two months was
