“Listen to your husbands,” I pleaded. “Come. Home.” “You… still want me?” I smiled through the pain his whimpered words caused, leaning in to kiss his tear-stained lips. “I’ll never stop wanting you, Q.” Elliott and I wrapped ourselves around Quentin, forming a force field of love and devotion. We were all tired, scared, and heartsick, but we held on, promising to never let each other go.
