“Will you please look at me?” I ask thickly. He swallows, gasps, and screws his eyes shut like he’s in pain. He drops his hand, shaking his head in a quick, jerky movement. “Jeremy,” I utter brokenly. “I can’t.” “This doesn’t chan—” He snaps his head around, his gaze crashing into mine so fast, I rear back. And in a guttural voice, he says, “It changes everything.”
My babies I'm already sobbing
