“I’m fucking dying, Tahli. I don’t want to be divorced. I want to be with you. I wanna…I wanna be with you until I fucking die, and I…I wanna wake up to my kids every day,” Vin sniffed, waterlogged eyes pleading into hers. “But is this…?” His face pruned at whatever he was considering as if he was bracing for the impossible. “Is this what you really want?”
