“I need you to go back.” “Alex—” “Three months, Dahlia. Give it three months.” He opens his eyes. Hazel and brown. “At least until Karina’s wedding. And then if you still want to come back, I promise, I’ll honor your wishes. I’ll go and get you myself. But you have to give it three months.” “Why?” “Because I need to know you lived your life and still chose to come back to me. That’s why. I can’t keep you here like this, like a prisoner. We need a new start and we can’t have that if you stay.”
