There are too many times I’ve gone back. Too many times I’ve taken his apology at face value. “I’ve heard this line before.” He steps closer, but I lift my hand. “Gracie.” “No. No you don’t get to do this to me again. You can’t promise me things that will never happen.” “I love you, Grace. I’ve always loved you. I love you, and I promise it’ll be different. I need you, sweetheart.” Those words. Those three words that I’ve waited forever to hear. Another scrap.
