love you.” I don’t need her to say it back. I know she loves me. She always has. For good or bad, the kind of love we have doesn’t just go away. “I love you,” she replies. Her words are barely a whisper, but they’re there. Out in the open. And so are the tears that slide down her cheeks. “Please don’t break me again, Carlo.” I wipe the wetness away. “I promise you I will never break you again. It’s you and me now, Antonia. It’s our turn to choose us.”
