“I—” “Don’t say it.” My face falls. “What? Why not?” “Because when you say those three words,” he says, dragging his thumb across my bottom lip, “I want to see our future in your eyes. Not our past.” I nod even though it feels like my heart is breaking. “I’m going to come back,” I whisper. “I swear, Ambrose. I don’t know how long it will take but I will come back to you.”
