“What I don—” he choked. “What I don’t want is to feel what I felt when I walked in and found my brother’s wife on that floor beside him as he clung to the bit of his heart she’d managed to leave him. What I don’t want is to look my children in their faces and tell them how much of an amazing woman their mother was. “What I don’t want is to try to rebuild a life with bits and pieces, knowing that it’s likely impossible. What I don’t want is to lose my fucking mind—–just like my mother. So, when I tell you you must go… Just go, G.” “But I love you, Makai. I love us.” “I love us, too, but not as
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