“I know we had problems before. I know we weren’t perfect. But we loved Milo. We loved him with all our hearts, and that has to count for something, doesn’t it? We can start again. Start over. I loved you. I love you.” “And Charlotte?” He hesitated. She saw it in his face—a flash of doubt. Her stomach dropped to her toes. She looked away. “I’ll—I’ll try,” he said, faltering. “I’ll learn to. I will.”
