“I know I’ve made such a mess of this,” I begin, my voice a rasping plea. Now that I’ve started, though, the words come more easily than I would have believed. “And I know that you deserve so much better than what I’ve given you. It might be selfish, but I would regret it the rest of my life if I didn’t ask you to give me a second chance, darling. Beg, actually. I believe this is me begging.”
