“I know you’re a married woman and a mother now. And here I am, after all these years, after all that’s happened, showing up at your doorstep. Probably, it isn’t proper, or fair, but I’ve come such a long way to see you, and…Oh, Laila, I wish I’d never left you.” “Don’t,” she croaked. “I should have tried harder. I should have married you when I had the chance. Everything would have been different, then.” “Don’t talk this way. Please. It hurts.”
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