“I love you,” I said, the cracking out of me like an accusation. “I’ve always loved you but I love you and I had to-to—” “I know, Emme. I love you too.” “Like I’m your wife?” I asked. “Is that how you love me?” “You are my wife,” he said, his voice like sandpaper. “And that’s the only way I ever want to love you.”
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